I saw Elvis live in '54. It was at the Big D Jamboree in Dallas and the first thing, he came out and spit on the stage...it affected me exactly the same way as when I first saw that David Lynch film. There was just no reference point in the culture to compare it to.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

Elvis was the firstest with the mostest.

Love ranges from just fascination to something almost spiritual. In the case with my wife Barbara it just keeps growing all the time.

I got a woman that's mean as she can be, sometimes I think she's almost as mean as me.

Without the word dream, or the concept dream, and without the word blue and the emotions, I would have been really limited in the things I've written and performed.

I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.