People call you this or that. But I can’t respond because then it seems like I’m defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?
I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.
I believe that instinct is what makes a genius a genius.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
Art is the perpetual motion of illusion. The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do? What else can you do for any one but inspire them?
You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.
I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.
Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
An artist has got to be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he’s AT somewhere. You always have to realize that you’re constantly in a state of becoming. And, as long as you can stay in that realm you’ll sort of be alright.
It may look like I’m moving but I’m standing still.
Everything in New Orleans is a good idea.
Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.
He gambled all his life, he’s got 27 children, yet he’s never had a wife.
Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You’d know what a drag it is to see you.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time...
Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
The only sound that’s left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.