The big print giveth and the small print taketh away.

Your hands are like dogs, going to the same places they've been. You have to be careful when playing is no longer in the mind but in the fingers, going to happy places. You have to break them of their habits or you don't explore; you only play what is confident and pleasing. I'm learning to break those habits by playing instruments I know absolutely nothing about, like a bassoon or a waterphone.

You hope people are going to be listening to you after you're gone. And they like you better after you're gone.

I don't really like listening to the radio so much.

You choke my days, I'll choke yours.

Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.

and when they pulled her from the wreck, you know, she still had on her shades