Quotes from Bruce Springsteen

This, I presented as my long and noisy prayer, my magic trick. Hoping it would rock your very soul and then pass on, its spirit rendered, to be read, heard, sung and altered by you and your blood, that it might strengthen and help make sense of your story. Go tell it. EPILOGUE A few weeks before Thanksgiving, a sunny late fall day springs upon Central Jersey. Sixty-degree

The bride and her hero are whisked away in their long black limousine, the one that drops you off at the beginning of your life.

I come from a boardwalk town where almost everything is tinged with a bit of fraud. So am I.

Let me in, I wanna be your friend, I wanna guard your dreams and visions.

Off the road, life was a puzzle. Without

With a boulder on my shoulder Feeling kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round.

I turn the corner off the highway onto a dark country road. I hit my high beams, scan the flat farm fields looking for deer. All clear, I twist the throttle as rushing into my arms comes home.

At the end of the day, life trumps art... always.

A good song gathers the years in. It's why you can sing it with such conviction 40 years after it's been written. A good song takes on more meaning as the years pass by.

When asked where his drive comes from] " You're bullied, you're miserable...every artist has someone who told them they weren't worth dirt and someone who told them that they were the second coming of the baby Jesus and they believed them both, and that's the fuel that stirs the fire.

No money shots! No shifting, grinding, joyfully thrusting crotch shots. It didn't matter. It was all there in his eyes, his face, the face of a Saturday night jukebox Dionysus, the shimmying eyebrows and rocking band.

As a child you don't question your parents' choices. You accept them. They are justified by the godlike status of parenthood.

As a child you don't question your parents' choices. You accept them. They

We honor our parents by carrying their best forward and laying the rest down.

It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin

We remain in the air, the empty space, in the dusty roots and deep earth, in the echo and stories, the songs of the time and place we have inhabited. My clan, my blood, my place, my people.

when I turned around, I saw home. These were people who understood me and knew who I was.

You write about what you love and you write about things you're trying to make sense of.

We learned more from a three-minute record, baby, than we ever learned in school.

If I lose and have nothing when this is over, you can still drop me with my guitar by parachute anywhere in America; I'll walk to the nearest roadhouse, find a pickup band and light up your night. Just because I can.

Max Weinberg, Garry Tallent, Steve Van Zandt, Danny Federici, Roy Bittan, Clarence Clemons. This was the core of the group that over the next forty years would evolve into the hard-rockin', history-makin', earth-shakin', booty-quakin', lovemakin' and, yes, eventually, Viagra-takin' legendary E Street Band.

During the Shadows' five-minute break I was introduced to their front man, Steve Van Zandt. The Castiles by now had a significant reputation, so he knew who I was; we talked a little shop, we hit it off and he went back on for his next set. So began one of the longest and greatest friendships of my life.

As it's told, it is altered, as all stories are in the telling, by time, will, perception, faith, love, work, by hope, decrepit, imagination, fear, history and the thousand other variable powers that play upon our personal narratives.

My teen-beat afternoon clarified everything for me. I had to get back to where I was who I was, a son of New Jersey, gunslinger, bar band king, small-town local hero, big fish in a little pond and breadwinner. Right