If you can make a little painting for the ears with a few words, well, I like words; I like cutting them up and finding different ways of saying the same thing... I get into a spell, and it all comes easy. I don't labor over it. I go inside the song, I think you make yourself an antenna for songs, and songs want to be around you. And then they bring other songs along, and then they're all sitting around, and they're drinkin' your beer, and they're sleeping on the floor. And they are using the phone, they're rude, thankless little f---ers.

Come down off the cross, we could use the wood.

There's always free cheddar in the mousetrap, baby.

I think all songs should have weather in them. Names of towns and streets, and they should have a couple of sailors. I think those are just song prerequisites.

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

We are buried beneath the weight of information.

Most people don't care if you're telling them the truth or if you're telling them a lie, as long as they're entertained by it.