I Expect People To At Least Use

In My Experience Lust Only Ever Leads To Misery. All That Suspicion And Jealousy And Anguish It Unleashes. I Don't Want Those Things In My Life.

Things Go In Waves, And I Might Make A Record Every Three Years. That's Enough For Me, That Satisfies Me. And It Satisfies The So-called Public, Because They Don't Really Need A Record Every Year. They Don't Even Want One. There's Other Stuff Out There For Them To Listen To.

I Feel Displaced When I'm Back In America, Like A Visitor. I Feel Like If I Don't Get A Cup Of Tea I'm Going To Lose My Mind.

Real Success Is Not Being On The Cover Of A Magazine; It's Knowing That You've Done, And Enjoyed Doing, What You Set Out To Do.

For My 21st Birthday, I Think My Mother Wanted To Give Me A Watch, Or Something, You Know, Some Kind Of Traditional Thing. And I Said, "well, If You're Going To Buy Me Something, There's A Gibson Melody Maker Guitar Advertised In The Paper For 60 Dollars. Do You Think I Could Have That?" And I Think That She Was Very Disappointed That At 21 I Was Still Messing Around With That Sort Of Thing. She Didn't Understand What It Was All About. But Now She Understands It, And Likes It.