When you get older, your health becomes important to you, things start breaking down, you've always got a different ache or pain.

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she's a swinger dating a singer, I can't decide which is worse.

I don't know, my music has always just come from where the wind blew me. Like where I'm at during a particular moment in time.

The poison came in liquid, she was naked all the time.

When you kill somebody's little sister with a missile, he's going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.

You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

Honey, don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow.