My Week Beats Your Year.

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

I've Always Believed That There's An Amazing Number Of Things You Can Do Through A Rock'n'roll Song And That You Can Do Serious Writing In A Rock Song If You Can Somehow Do It Without Losing The Beat.

When Critics Ask You If You Feel Vindicated By Other Critics - I Didn't Like Critics Then, And I Don't Like Them Now. There You Go. I've Always Been Outside The Mainstream, And It Stayed That Way.

To Wish For The Crazy Times One Last Time And Freeze It In The Memory Of A Camera Is The Least A Great Artist Can Do.

Life's Like A Mayonnaise Soda.