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

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

George Bush is a fan of mine, he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him.

It's hard to play with a bagpipe player. It's like an exotic bird. I love the sound, it's like strangling a goose.

it ain't no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones

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.

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