When the weather's rough and it's whiskey in the rain it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane.

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.

Don't plant your days they turn into weeds

I'm so horny the crack of dawn better watch out.

I have an audio stigmatism whereby I hear things wrong - I have audio illusions.

But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.

Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don't get out much. It's true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.