Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.

I used to imagine that making it in music - really making it in music - is if you're an old man going by a schoolyard and you hear children singing your songs, playing jump-rope, or on the swings. That's the ultimate. You're in the culture.

I’ve always been a word guy, I like weird words and I like American slang and all that and words that are no longer being used… I like to drag them out of the box and wave them around… this is an interesting one, it’s amazing how in addition to punctuation just a little pause in the wrong place can just completely transform the meaning of something.

My friends think I'm ugly, I gotta masculine face.

I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.

I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five, Sidewalk Sundae Strawberry Surprise.

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.