I never set out to write a certain kind of song, I just play my guitar and see if I catch something.

I talk to people who are musicians, and they go, Oh this is hell. And I go, Are you kidding me? You never put tar paper on a roof, did ya?

When people ask me really stupid questions or get it really wrong, I feel embarrassed for them. I don't really feel angry at them.

My only expenses are probably guitar strings and records.

I don't spend as much time on my hair as people think. I get out of the shower, whack some grease on there and I'm done.

I believe the angels listen, God hears us pray. And I believe in a beautiful day.

I didn't grow up in the typical happy American home, but music was always a safe and wonderful place for me to go.

I keep things pretty simple.

I wear a lot of second hand clothes unless I have a concert and then I wear beaded and sequined second hand clothes. No stylist dresses me although I do have a woman that assists me with the buttons.

Singing is something that I'm always happy to do it and going in the studio I never felt any pressure. I just feel like I get to sing, you know. It's fun.

The '50s was a pretty wonderful time for people, it was hopeful.

A leader is a thorn in the flesh of oppressive people. They never feel comfortable when a leader stands up.

The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.

Curiosity lies in a hidden corner of the scientific mind.

One can regard the moral law as an illusion, and so cut himself off from the common ground of humanity.

I'm in show business... I want to hang out with Janet Jackson, not Jesse Jackson.

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.

I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)

You must become an old man in good time if you wish to be an old man long.

When approached right, citizens never fail to shoulder their responsibilities.

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.