“My friends and I are crazy. That’s the only thing that keeps us sane!”

I may be an antique like the Stones, but antiques are valuable.

I haven’t met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I’m discontented about that. I’m angry with myself. I have regrets.

What will it take for you to believe in me, the way that I believe in you?

What if she figures out you’re not very smart?

There ain’t much future for a man who works the sea, there ain’t no island left for islanders like me.

Well we’re waiting here in Allentown For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave If we worked hard If we behaved So the graduations hang on the wall But they never really helped us at all No they never taught us what was real.

There will be miracles After the last war is won Science and poetry rule in the new world to come Prophets and angels Gave us the power to see What an amazing future there will be

If I need a cause for celebration, Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind, I rely on my imagination, And I dream of an imaginary time.

I don’t want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard, I just want someone I can talk to, I want you just the way you are.

I have long admired Steinway pianos for their qualities of tone, clarity, pitch consistency, touch responsiveness, and superior craftsmanship.

I watched the mighty skyline fall

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can’t walk away from you.

Musicians now find themselves in the unlikely position of being legitimate. At least the IRS thinks so.

You get paid like a really good call girl. Walking offstage is like the walk of shame.

In an age of incompetence, I’ve been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That’s my job.

I sold my house to Jerry Seinfeld.

She was wonderful – just a kind, big-hearted, filthy girl. Somehow she could be vulgar without being vulgar.

You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.

You forget that this has been thirty five years now and people don’t look at it as if it were some kind of oddity.

Cruelty, very far from being a vice, is the first sentiment Nature injects in us all.

I’m not playing a role. I’m being myself, whatever the hell that is.

If you give in to intimidation, you’ll go on being intimidated

The traditional face of Africa includes an attitude towards man which can only be described as being socialist

Chimerical and empty being, your name alone has caused more blood to flow on the face of the earth than any political war ever will.