It's a blue album, but it's not a blues album. I'm not pretending all of a sudden now I'm blues.

I do one take; I never overdubbed twice. I know there's stuff that isn't perfect, but it doesn't matter: Nothing is perfect, and there is a magic there that is undeniable because of the fact that we don't care about those things.

Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.

Faith is not reason's labour, but repose.

My my, hey hey... Rock and roll is here to stay. Hey hey, my my... Rock and roll will never die.

Crazy friends provide for crazy times, and such crazy times we're had.

With Crazy Horse, it's all one big, growing, smoldering sound, and I'm part of it. It's like gliding, or some sort of natural surfing.