“I would be willing to do almost anything to make Art happy. I care about our friendship. The only thing I won’t do is change the essence of my work.”

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.

Maybe I think too much for my own good.

The record company stay out of my way. Whenever the record is finished, they take it.

We’ve survived by believing our life is going to get better.

Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.

I like them all. They’re all pictures of me when I wrote them. I have no favorite songs.

In the clearing stands the boxer, and a fighter by his trade. And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down, or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame “I am leaving! I am leaving” but the fighter still remains.

Sail on silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh, if you need a friend I’m sailing right behind.

I have my books and my poetry to protect me.

I try to open up my heart as much as I can and keep a real keen eye out that I don’t get sentimental. I think we’re all afraid to reveal our hearts. It’s not at all in fashion.

People talking without speaking, People listening without hearing, Sounds of Silence.

It’s very helpful to start with something that’s true. If you start with something that’s false, you’re always covering your tracks. Something simple and true, that has a lot of possibilities, is a nice way to begin.

We’re living in a certain time, and we’re aware of it. And that’s part of what we’re aware of, along with our own personal aches and pains.

I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed glad to see me.

I don’t very often think I’ve done a good job. I don’t like the majority of what I do. I shouldn’t say I don’t like it, but I’m not satisfied with almost everything that I do.

The trick is, as I know it, is to care like hell and not give a damn at the same time.

The Fascist game plan: a single party, speaking with one voice, controlling every state institution, claiming to represent all people, and labeling the entire sham a triumph of the popular will.

I don’t have any control over what actually happens except that I have full control over my will for myself, my intention, and why I’m there. That’s all that matters.

Men are Moved by two levers only: fear and self interest.

And the more you build your will by doing hard things, the stronger your will becomes.

And there’s grace in being willing to know and hear others. This, for me, is how we become.

Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.

I’m into the food in Vegas. I’m willing to go to nice restaurants for sushi and stuff like that.

I have never thought, for my part, that man’s freedom consists in his being able to do whatever he wills, but that he should not, by any human power, be forced to do what is against his will.