A House Without Love Ain't A Home.

Staring At The World Through The Bottom Of A Glass, All I See Is A Man Who's Fading Fast.

To Be Part Of What You're Singing About Is Somewhat Painful. You've Got To Climb Inside It All.

At My Age, I Don't Buy But A Half A Loaf Of Bread, You Know?

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

In 1960, When I Came Out Of Prison As An Ex-convict, I Had More Freedom Under Parolee Supervision Than There's Available... In America Right Now.