Your old home town's so far away, but inside your head there's a record that's playing, a song called 'Hold On

Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.

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)

There's a place down the street; Seven Xs. What does that mean? Maybe it's... girls without skin.

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

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.

I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five, Sidewalk Sundae Strawberry Surprise.