“When I was 15, I made a solo record. It made Artie very unhappy. He looked upon it as something of a betrayal.”

The dialogue between what’s going on in the world and what’s going on internally seems to be a natural thing – well, it’s natural to me, anyway, to have these thoughts.

I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. Then we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers, still crazy after all these years.

Serious numbers will speak to us always.

The more I get to thinking, the less I tend to laugh.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

I don’t know what I’m going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can’t see around the bend and you don’t know where you are going to go, which is fun.

She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said ‘Be careful his bowtie is really a camera’

I was eating in a Chinese restaurant downtown. There was a dish called Mother and Child Reunion. It’s chicken and eggs. And I said, I gotta use that one.

There’s something about the sound of a train that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

It’s actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.

All I’ve got to do today is smile.

We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me, While I looked around, For my possibilities; I was so hard to please

Take two bodies and you twirl them into one, their hearts and their bones, and they won’t come undone.

Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.

Given all the facts that I’m young and I’m in good health and I’m famous – that I have talent, I have money – given all these facts, I want to know why I’m so unhappy.

A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.

People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

To be an artist is a blessing and a privilege. Artists must never betray their true hearts. Artists must look beneath the surface and show that there is more to this world than what meets the eye.

The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.

As a rule the person found out in a betrayal of love holds, all the same, the superior position of the two. It is the betrayed one who is humiliated.

The world wills itself to be deceived, so let it be deceived.

The world wants to be deceived.