The intellectual controls the spiritual, the animal respects the natural.

I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.

What I try to do probably doesn't come out. What I've worked out what I do - I might not be right - is to do something very personal, and then suddenly I look at it, up in the air. I blow it up and look at it and then I come down again - a better man.

Yesterday love was such an easy game for you to play. But now let's face it, things are so much easier today. Let it be like yesterday.

Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.

Paranoia, the destroyer.

When I discovered Mose Allison I felt I had discovered the missing link between jazz and blues