I sold my house to Jerry Seinfeld.
I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.
I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun.
I'm a history nut.
I'm probably writing music now for the same reason as I started writing songs when I was 14 - to meet women.
I've crashed my car three times.
You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.
If I'm gonna be losing it, I might as well be doing it right.
The happiest times in my life were when my relationships were going well -- when I was in love with someone, and someone was loving me. But in my whole life, I haven't met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I'm discontented about that. I'm angry with myself. I have regrets.
If you make music for the human needs you have within yourself, then you do it for all humans who need the same things. You enrich humanity with the profound expression of these feelings.
In a way, we are magicians. We are alchemists, sorcerers and wizards. We are a very strange bunch. But there is great fun in being a wizard.
In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.
It feels great to have a #1 album.
It's really hard to make a living as a musician. It's almost impossible.
She will promise you more Than the Garden of Eden Then she'll carelessly cut you And laugh while you're bleeding.
Go on and cry in your coffee, but don't come bitching to me.
Shades of grey wherever I go The more I find out the less that I know Black and white is how it should be But shades of grey are the colors I see.
I know that everybody has a dream Everybody has a dream And this is my dream, my own Just to be at home And to be all alone . . . with you.
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better than drinking alone.
You Catholic girls start much too late But sooner or later it comes down to fate I might as well be the one.
She's got a smile that heals me I don't know why it is But I have to laugh when she reveals me.
If I'm crazy then it's true That it's all because of you And you wouldn't want me any other way.
If I need a cause for celebration Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind I rely on my imagination And I dream of an imaginary time.
They say that these are not the best of times But they're the only times I've ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own.