Take a walk on the wild side.

I don't mind a repetitive chorus; I mind repetitive verse. I mean, it's the same amount of space. Why would you have only three diamonds if you can have six?

They tied his arms behind his back to teach him how to swim, they put blood in his coffee and milk in his gin.

I'd harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.

I would like to live to a ripe old age and raise watermelons in Wyoming.

That's why I survived because I still believe I've got something to say.

Let's do what you fear most That from which you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist