Songwriting is like working on a jigsaw puzzle, and it doesn't make any sense until you find that last piece. It has to make sense or it doesn't work.

What characterized the whole punk scene for me in 1977 was there was no racism or sexism. It was an anarchy of -isms, and a matter of abolishing it all.

The so-called feminist writers were disgusted with me. I did my thing, and so I guess by feminist standards I'm a feminist. That suits me fine.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

I preferred rock when it was in the dark, when it was a secret between me and the audience, when it wasn't mainstream.

I just want to play guitar and be in a band. Same as I always did.

Let's get rid of all the economic (expletive) this country represents! Bring it on, I hope the Muslims win!

I feel displaced when I'm back in America, like a visitor. I feel like if I don't get a cup of tea I'm going to lose my mind.

Once you stop drinking and smoking and stuff, it really gets on your nerves, all that nonsense going on.

Being on tour sends me crazy, I drink too much and out comes the John Mcenroe in me.

I don't believe there is any justifiable reason for killing any animal unless perhaps if it's killing you! That would be negotiable.

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow.

Life is like a book. It is your decision to narrate it or to live it

It does seem - well, difficult - to be at the mercy of some gross, unshaven stranger before you can begin to be yourself.

No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home

The best way to guarantee a loss is to quit.

More understand China, then more people will have interest in China and more people will come to China to visit us because I am a tourist ambassador.

When you start to build self-worth and redeem your magnificence, the fears go away... you void your fears via your realization of your own self-worth.

A man of truth must also be a man of care.

The more he gave away, the more delighted he became.

When Brahms is in extra good spirits, he sings, "The grave is my joy".