love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Somebody asked me what I wanted to do. I just said I wanted to…just to give back to it what it’s given me. And to meet all the other people that are doing it…just to be in the world, really.

I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.

I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time, and how that is beautiful, and has poetry inside. Even places you hate.

If you feel blocked, do not turn to others, but look inside, in silence, for the enemy of your progress.

I love anything that haunts me...and never leaves

Love, anger, depression, joy and dreams. ...And Zeppelin. Totally.

When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.

There's the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it.

I like the fact that kids are willing to be imaginative and go along with me when I'm telling strange tales.

He looked in her eyes as if trying to tell her he loved her without words. She looked back at him as if to say, I know.

Mediocre men wait for opportunity to come to them. Strong, able, alert men go after opportunity.

Every generation thinks their music is the ultimate. But there's great stuff from every generation.

It's not easy to tell a story about writers and make that feel like a complete story and an interesting story.

There is a narrative behind every image. I often imagine being able to see the photographer standing behind the camera, or perhaps crouching or running with it.

Pay attention even to life's trifles.

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire.

The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.