That heart of gold he's searching for—that heart of gold I'm searching for—that h. of g. you're looking for—it's not some other person. It's me—it's you—it's Neil Young—it's the heart of gold inside. The untapped vein. I know it's here somewhere.

For me to like a record it has to scratch the back of my brain (never mind the front, I can reach that myself)—it has to touch my heart—and it has to move my blood. That's all.

I like this record….

For me to like a record it has to speak to me, personally, from inside, in such a way as no mere hunk of plastic can, sweat of human brow is not enough, you got to speak for me, you got to speak for me stuff I can't verbalize myself, "it's these expressions I never give," you got...