“And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I'll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?”

“Some asked me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.”

“Basically I just had to say, "Screw everyone around me - from now on I'm just gonna play what I think is important to me and our music." So I gave the big finger to all the current trends in technical wizardry, and just went off and did what I felt was best for the songs.”

“I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!"
"If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.”

“Just like an amnesiac, trying to get my senses back.
Oh where did they go.”

“But she laced her fingers through mine. I remember what she’d told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought-just maybe-we were off to a good start.”

“Then all this became history.
Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
Oh, my carpenter,
the fingers are rebuilt.
They dance with yours.”

“My middle finger won't go down, how do I wave?”

“Don't make me flip you off"
"Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?"
"Because my finger's getting sore.”

“All my friends are always telling me how hard it is to have kids. 'Oh, David, it's so hard.' That's not hard. I'll tell you what hard is. Try talking your girlfriend into her third consecutive abortion. Yeah, that's hard, that takes finesse. You’re just inconvenienced.”