Oh, I got a beautiful 1959 Cadillac Coupe DeVille four-door. No one will ride in it with me.

If I exorcise my devils, all my angels may go, too.

It's a battered old suitcase and a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal.

I'm trying to get music ideas that come and keep them alive. It's like carrying water in your hands. I want to keep it all, and sometimes by the time you get to the studio you have nothing.

I can't listen to so much music at the same time. I think you really have to have a diet. You're just processing too much, there's no place to put it. If you go a long time without hearing music, then you hear music that nobody else hears.

She's a shiksa goddess and a trapeze artist, all of that. She can fix the truck...she's outta this world...she's bold, inventive and fearless. That's who you wanna go in the woods with, right? Somebody who finishes your sentences for you.

I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch