Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.

There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.