“We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.”

Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics.

Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.

You reach out your hand, but you’re all alone, in those time passages.

Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.

Country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac.

And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.

I know there’s a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.

Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he’s fresh out of law school.

most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.

She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.

Nothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.

I’m from there. You know, when you grow up with these people and see them every day and then you look at the numbers… it was easy; it was a no-brainer. And when Sony took a look, it was a no-brainer to them, too.

Every free day, every weekend, I am in a recording session. I’m very lucky to have such supportive people around me.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.

A bad hair day for me is when it gets flat and greasy.

The everyday practice is simply to develop a complete acceptance and openness to all situations and emotions and to all people, experiencing everything totally without mental reservations and blockages, so that one never withdraws or centralizes into oneself.

I played my best everyday. You never know when someone may be seeing you play for the first time.

Putting the Yankee uniform on every day.