“You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn’t tame”

Anybody who cares less about wanting to be cool, I think, is more interesting.

I did it when I was young, and some of the music was OK, but it wasn’t great.

They want to sign distribution deals with labels, who have lots of product, lots of artists.

When I grew up in the ’70s I thought you had to take drugs. It was almost like I didn’t think you had a choice.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

If your standards are low, you’re going to stop pretty early on in the process.

Knowing record labels and knowing the kinds of things they would object to-they just object to everything that’s interesting.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

I don’t consider myself a great writer, but I would like to think that I can at least proof- read.

One of the things I’ve really gotten past in the last couple of years is the idea of being made uncomfortable by the way things appear, rather than how things are.

I certainly understand that we’re all trying to make a living, but I’m not thinking about that when I’m making it.

I thought everything was interesting. I wanted to go scuba diving and I wanted to learn how to surf.

Because I grew up in the 60s girls were not allowed to do anything. As I’ve gotten older and realized that women can do things like that I thought, ‘Why not? Now’s the time.’

Something gets lost when you translate. It’s hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

I’m really into boxing. I go to a gym and I’m friends with a trainer who’s a pretty famous boxing trainer and I train with him.

I probably would’ve kept slogging on that same chord change, because there’s a tendency to have that happen.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.

It takes a long time to dissolve the bars of a mental cage.

Most of us still caged within careers chosen for us by our not entirely worldly 18-22 year old selves.

People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.