All I want to do, is write rock and roll that you could listen to as you got older, and it wouldn't lose anything; it would be timeless, in the subject matter and the literacy of the lyrics.

Teach them about anger, the sin that comes with dawning. Teach them about flowers, and the beauty of forgiveness.

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

I can concentrate on my art.

I've gone out with my shotgun. This is hunting country out there. You better run.

You can't always trust your mother.

I love Ornette Coleman. I love Don Cherry. I love the way those guys play.