There's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now, two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow.

I find that if you take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes, you can arrive at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene-or, as they say in New York, sophisticated.

If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps to strike a loved one, it will all have been worth the while.

I wasn't really a performer by temperament.

I feel that if a person has problems communicating the very least he can do is to shut up.

And although I'm all for freedom of expression and against censorship, there are certain things I'm not willing to go to jail for.

Bad weather always looks worse through a window.