We live in an age of miracles.

I’ve had all the lessons I could get. I’ve learned from everybody I’ve ever met.

For me personally, though, the killer was published in Rolling Stone: “Levon Helm is the only drummer that can make you cry.

If you feel like you’re getting into a rut with a song, a night off usually fixes it.

Lord, when the song wants to pick up and go a little faster towards the end, it’s hard for me to resist.

I don’t hear record companies coming up with any good ideas or suggestions. Historically, if it ain’t their idea, it ain’t no good, so you got that to contend with.

I don’t fool with a lot of things that I can’t have fun with. There’s not much reward in that.

Songs don’t wear out. Good songs are good now. If they were a comfort during those hard times in the past, they’ll be a comfort in today’s age.

When I was younger, I used to drive up to a bunch of turkeys, roll down the window and say something. They’d all gobble back at once.

When the second record came out, they started calling it The Band. I voted to call it The Crackers. I’m no fool.