Got a head full of lightning, a hat full of rain.

And when they pulled her from the wreck, you know, she still had on her shades

I just don't like the word 'fun'--it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts...it rubs me up the wrong way.

I worry about a lot of things, but I don’t worry about achievements. I worry primarily about whether there are nightclubs in Heaven.

Bringing up children was]like living with a bunch of drunks...you really have to be on your toes all the time.

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at.

I never told the truth so i can never tell a lie...

Using parking meters as walking sticks.

I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars

There ain't no devil there's just god when he's drunk

Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier.

Most of the things you absorb you will ultimately secrete.

You must have brought the bad weather with you The sky's the color of lead All you've left me is a feather On an unmade bed

I'm not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.

God's away, God's away, God's away on business. Business!

There is no such thing as nonfiction.

She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...

I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me!

Don't you know there ain't no devil; there's just God when he's drunk.

Hell is boiling over. And heaven is full. We're chained to the world. And we all gotta pull. And we're all gonna be ...just dirt in the ground".

Picture in a frame

Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.

... there ain't no devil, it's just God when he's drunk.

You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops.

Misery's the river of the world. Everybody row!

When you are writing, you're conjuring. It's a ritual, and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you're inviting into the room.

An all time favorite: "The large print giveth, the small print taketh away.

There ain't no devil, just God when he's drunk.