Who was that fatman buried in your place? Just another imitator, plastic surgeons did his face.

It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.

I wasn't in a lot of rock and roll bands. I was in jug bands and things when I was in school.

I always wanted to be an actor, even as a little kid. So I went to drama school in the late '60s at Carnegie Mellon.

I think I'm the oldest new Bob Dylan around. I predate Bruce Springsteen, Steve Forbat and John Prine. I was probably the first of the new Bob Dylans.

Doomsday is quite within our reach, if we will only stretch for it.

I'm always asked if the songs that I write are therapeutic, and my answer is a quick no. In fact, it could be argued that they exacerbate my neurosis.

If I had five minutes to live, I don't think I'd be bothered singing a song. I'd be dead, so it won't really matter. I'd have a glass of wine and a cigarette.

Displaying a bland, even an eerie, disregard for what appeared to be the facts of the situation, he fell back on an old habit of looking ahead to the next defeat.

If you're 28 and singing about being over the hill, you're pretending. When you're 67 and singing about it, you know what you're talking about.

Geoff Muldaur was and is one of my musical heroes. When I listen to him sing and play, I can hear the coal mine, the cotton field, and last, but certainly foremost, the boy's boarding school.

If I dream under a moonlit night, should it vanish with the brightness of the morning sun?

I ordered a hot chocolate and Chandler got a black coffee. He smiled over at me. "Still no love for coffee?"I shook my head. "Nah, why have bitter and gross when I can have sweet and delicious?

It seemed to me then that to have published a book - any kind of book - would be the greatest possible happiness I could ask from life.

Be careful what you wish for

Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

One section of our country believes slavery is right, and ought to be extended, while the other believes it is wrong, and ought not to be extended.

I usually get my lyrics when I let my mind wander, when you're not really awake, but not yet fully asleep. I keep an open notebook by my bed and then just write whatever comes to me.

Satyagraha as conceived by me is a science in the making.

The journalistic photographer can have no other than a personal approach; and it is impossible for him to be completely objective. Honest—yes. Objective—no.