Music's the one thing I try not to analyze. I don't want to destroy the magic that has always been there for me.

I live out of cans a lot. But I try to indulge only in healthy canned food.

It's meant to reaffirm the validity of that music - clean, minimalist, honest, classic music.

In the past 3-4 years I've developed a habit of keeping numerous small cassette recorders in my house and in a bag with me so that I'm able to commit to tape memory song ideas on a constant basis.

In the dark morning silence, I placed a gun to her head. She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.

Buddy , you might think that I've lost my mind. But mister, I'd pay twice to do it one more time.

But that is a valid, continuing service that that music - which is, in some cases, 80 or 90 years old - is rendering. And proving its own timelessness.

I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me. I'm a thousand miles from nowhere and there's not place that I want to be.

Control success before it controls you.

My music is very personal. I've created it in solitude. I face a white wall and beller. I like that sound - the expression of loneliness. That's what it's all about.

Quality is timeless: It will clearly define itself.

Earth is for living only

Stupidity is the chlorine that cleans out the gene pool.

For me, if you distill comedy down, it is surprise and the unexpected. That has to be it on its most base level, in any form.

I don't really have time to sit down and write. But when I think of a melody, I call up my answering machine and sing it, so I won't forget it.

When Bill Clinton assembled the top minds of the nation to discuss the economy in 1992, no one mentioned the Internet.

Memory. My poison, my food.

You never know how many friends you have until you rent a house on the beach.

We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.

People feel the deck is being totally stacked against them, and the Democrats have various things in their playbook to go after opponents; taxes is one of them.

Throughout high school, I was obsessed with magazines. I used to just comb through them and plaster things on my wall.