I'm An Unpure Purist, Something Like That.

We Age Not By Holding On To Youth, But By Letting Ourselves Grow And Embracing Whatever Youthful Parts Remain.

And Then I Think We Realized, Like Any Young Guys, That Blues Are Not Learned In A Monastery. You've Got To Go Out There And Get Your Heart Broke And Then Come Back And Then You Can Sing The Blues.

You See, To Me, The Art Of Music Is Listening To It, Not Playing It. The Real Art Of It Is Hearing It.

I Wouldn't Warm To [chuck Berry] Even If I Was Cremated Next To Him.

There's A Certain Moment When You Realize That You've Actually Just Left The Planet For A Bit And That Nobody Can Touch You. . .when It Works, Baby, You've Got Wings.