No Reason To Get Excited,' The Thief,

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

The People In My Songs Are All Me.

People Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

I Wanted To Understand Things And Then Be Free Of Them. I Needed To Learn How To Telescope Things, Ideas. Things Were Too Big To See All At Once, Like All The Books In The Library-everything Laying Around On All The Tables. You Might Be Able To Put It All Into One Paragraph Or Into One Verse Of A Song If You Could Get It Right.