There Are No Real Men.

When I Was 16, The Pot Weeded Out The Men From The Boys, There Were The Heads And The Straights. Now It's Almost Like Money Can Weed It Out, You Know?

I'm With Someone Who's Got Very High Standards, And He Doesn't Tolerate All These Ridiculous Vices Very Easily. That's Not Reason Enough To Marry Someone, Although People Have Gotten Married For Less.

I Have No Sense Of Patriotism, But I Do Have A Sense Of Community.

I Can Only Cook Brown Rice And Vegetables, So I Don't Get Too Many People Coming Over For Dinner Parties Or Anything.

Songwriting Is Like Working On A Jigsaw Puzzle, And It Doesn't Make Any Sense Until You Find That Last Piece. It Has To Make Sense Or It Doesn't Work.