“I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.”
“It was my kind of song: fast and fun and exuberant,the lyrics tumbling out almost faster than my ears could follow them,some times rhyming,sometimes not. . .”
“Hope is the last thing that dies.Maybe because hope is one of those dratted things that is truly, honestly, genuinely immortal.”
“Rock and roll doesn't necessarily mean a band. It doesn't mean a singer, and it doesn't mean a lyric, really. It's that question of trying to be immortal.”
“Number one on my list of things to do before I die is become immortal. Obviously there is no number two on my list.”
“I just-I don't want to get involved with you Jackson," I said, the words tumbling out. "You're a nice guy, but then, when it comes down to it-you're not, really.”