It's hard to play with a bagpipe player. It's like an exotic bird. I love the sound, it's like strangling a goose.

Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.

Anton brings the camera. I'll bring a tuba, wear black, not shave, and take us to a burned-down Chinese restaurant. (On being photographed by his longtime photo collaborator Anton Corbijn)

It's the same with men as with horses and dogs, nothing wants to die.

I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.

You choke my days, I'll choke yours.

I walked 500 miles just to see a halo, when I opened my eyes I was blind as can be.