Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American musician Warren Zevon.
Last updated on November 9, 2024.
At least I've had one foot in a very normal kind of life.
You're suppose to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things.
Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.
It's hard to find a girl with a heart of gold, when you're living in a four letter world.
Regrets are so far from reality.
I'm drinking here break motor oil and Bombay gin, I'll sleep when I'm dead.
I've been to Paris. And it ain't that pretty at all.
We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder.
Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.
Can't you just imagine digging up the King, begging him to sing about those heavenly mansions Jesus mentioned.
I went to law school and took a law degree, and counseled all my clients to plead insanity.
I can saw a woman in two - but you won't want to look in the box when I'm through.
Excitable boy, they all said, he killed and raped her and brought her home.
I don't get depressed and I don't get bored.
I saw a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.
I write each song individually and each one calls for individual musicians, You sit around and wonder who can we get to play a Neil Young solo, and then you realize there`s a good chance you can get Neil himself.
Send lawyers, guns, and money. Dad, get me out of this.
I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.
Here's a story that I really want to tell about Bo Diddley at the OK corral.
It just sort of happened. I wrote like what I'd always read and what was in the movies... I'm sure popular music is supposed to be like this.
Sickness, doctors, that scares me, not violence -- helplessness. That's why I turn to violent stories.
I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.