We do this for the art, not the adulation. I'd rather our music get liked and we get ignored. I don't want to be adored for anything other than the music.

It's very schizophrenic because I like a lot of very straight pop, like Small Faces, Stones, Kinks; and on the other hand, I like a lot of avant garde things.

You may leave school, but it never leaves you.

I felt pressured by continuous touring.

It's sort of what jazz would be if it stopped being snobby and what rock would be if it stopped being stupid.

The early gigs were pretty panicky - and great, sweaty fun. We were brand new to most people, and they were willing to take anything brand new, for the first time in years.

For a heart without love is a song with no words And a tune to which no one is listening So your heart must give love and you'll find that You shine like rain on the leaves you'll be glistening.

People will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it.

I suppose my father was more influential in my starting to play the guitar.

My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever.

Anyway, I collapsed in France in the middle of a tour. I hadn't been eating properly, I was getting very phobic about audiences, and I collapsed in pure fright.

Do you want to know what one of the secrets to achieving all of your goals is? You’ve got to be committed.

They know what they want, but aren't sure how to find it.

If I have to be alone I want to be by myself.

We have no sense of the collective anymore in America. The response to Katrina was proof positive of that.

When we land against the enemy, don't forget to hit him and hit him hard. When we meet the enemy we will kill him. We will show him no mercy.

The paintings usually start as abstracts and then I look at them and look at them, and like a Rorschach test, I try and see what it is.

I would suggest the widow do things the husband used to do, so he seems to be there with you. You will feel like just going to bed. It's so wonderful, going to bed.

In old age, mirror is not a friend!

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

The sight of any trouble strikes terror into the heart of those who do not have faith, but those who trust Him say, ‘Here comes my food.!