I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?

...music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.

It's pointless to be critical of your stuff once it's done. I don't spend a lot of time agonising over it. It's of no importance once it's finished.

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes

Kodachrome, it gives us those nice bright colors Gives us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah! I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph So momma, don't take my Kodachrome away.

Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.

Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?