“Music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.”

I don’t consider myself to be a major talent, so the only solace I can take is to hope I’m growing.

How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.

I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.

If you’ll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.

Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.

So I’ll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

Who am I to blow against the wind?

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

These are the days of miracle and wonder.

I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I’m through.

Cecilia was made in a living room on a Sony. It was like a little piece of magical fluff, bur it works. El Condor Pasa a Los Incas record that I love. Bridge is a very strong melodic song.

And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost.

A songwriter’s supreme challenge is being complex and simple at the same time.

Faith is an island in the setting sun, But proof is the bottom line for everyone.

Raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak… Am I scary, or what?

And that, to me, is the main attraction to comics. It’s an avenue to say what you want to say

I can’t stop traffic on Fifth Avenue, not unless I walk in front of an oncoming cab.

If I advance; follow me. If I retreat; kill me. If I die; avenge me! It is better to live one day as a lion than one-hundred years as a sheep!

Wherein they fancy intersperses Long avenues of universes, While Klein and Clifford fill the void With one finite, unbounded homoloid, And think the Infinite is now at last destroyed.

One cannot walk down an avenue, converse with a friend, enter a building, browse beneath the sandstone arches of an old arcade without meeting an instrument of time.

Kids, Madison Avenue is lying to you. Your parents are lying to you. The president is lying to you.

I take football as an avenue to different opportunities. Football is not using me; I’m using football.