“No, the moth don’t care when he sees the flame The moth don’t care if the flame is real ‘Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal.”

I don’t envy anybody trying to start a career right. There really is no music business left, in a lot of ways.

Life is a series of problems to figure out how to solve gracefully and with dignity. That is what life is and I can’t see it any other way.

It’s in the dictionary. And when I find what it is, I’ll write it down in case it comes up again, I’ll be certain to avoid it.

Telling what you feel, trying to talk about what’s important to you, does not make you weaker.

When things are really great, it just means everything’s in it’s place.

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

And if that’s your sole motivation, it’s going to reflect that narcissistic greed and you’re going to hear it in the music.

There’s a lot of music that sounds like it’s literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.

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.

Understanding created by the intellect cannot be acquired by means of the occult, only by the aid of the zodiac, bringing forth that small flame by whose light part of the future may be discerned.

A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him, and enflame him; to make him even forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to him; and he so prizes them that he would give all his life to possess ’em.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.

A rose looks grey at midnight, but the flame is just asleep. And steel is strong because it knows the hammer and white heat.

At forty-five degrees, the sky will burn. Fire to approach the great new city; in an instant, a great scattered flame will leap up, when one will want to get evidence from the Normans.

That which neither weapon nor flame could accomplish will be achieved by a sweet speaking tongue in council.

Five and forty steps the sky will burn. Fire approaching the large new city. Instantly a great thin flame will leap, when someone will want to test the Normans.