The most important thing to a lot of people, is to belong to something that’s hip or whatever. To be a part of something that’s not society, just a clique.

People are strange. We’re all morticians. Hey, what’s on TV?”

Never mind a world that can’t see past brutality.

All I need is what you’ve got / All I’ll tell is what you’re not / All you know is what you hear / I get this way when you come near

Secrecy is the enemy of efficiency, but don’t let anyone know it.

There’s more to light than the opposite of dark.

Once they’re on paper, they’re gone. I like to do as much with the words, as far as image goes.

Sometimes you want to run away, sometimes you think you do, but you never had a dream like this before and you don’t want to ask for more, sometimes you leave a mark before you...

Some people just like going along for the ride. And those are the kind of people I don’t get along with too well.

You think you’re in the movies / And everything’s so deep / But I think that you’re wild / When you flash that fragile smile

Refusing to ask for help when you need it is refusing someone the chance to be helpful.

I don’t think about what is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It seems to me that things don’t last long anyway.

They’re caught where there’s no way out or where you can’t see out. What are you going to do about it? I don’t have the answer. If I did there would be no insane asylums.

I’m elated about becoming part of Elektra again. In 1970, Elektra was the first record company I ever visited. I was just a kid from Cleveland, but I idolized Elektra bands like the Doors, Love,...

Your high points and your low points. High points don’t last that long, it’s a high and it happens. It’s great at the moment but you really can’t live on it.

I love walking down the street and seeing faces and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness.

The best thing you can do for a song is to hear it on the radio and to imagine what it could mean to you and then kinda forget the words.

worried and looking for work.

I could never be a country person, sitting around trees trying to write a song. I would rather be in the middle of society, whether it’s growing or crumbling.

Oh oh it’s magic / When I’m with you / Oh oh it’s magic / You know it’s true / Got a hold on you