The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand...

I like Thelonious Monk, he's so gnarled, he's like a piece of machinery that's pulled up the bolts on the floor and gone off on its own.

I don't know if any genuine meaningful change could ever result from a song. It's kind of like throwing peanuts at a gorilla.

I've never been a fan of personality-conflict burgers and identity-crisis omelets with patchouli oil. I function very well on a diet that consists of Chicken Catastrophe and Eggs Overwhelming and a tall, cool Janitor-in-a-Drum. I like to walk out of a restaurant with enough gas to open a Mobil station.

There's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine.

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

The folks who know the truth aren't talking.... The ones who don't have a clue, you can't shut them up!