The best things in life don't make sense
Every single night, there seemed to be the same seven or eight guys - Harry Nilsson, myself, Mickey Dolenz, Bernie Taupin, Keith Moon when he was in town. It was actually sort of a social club - drinking club - for rock stars that drank - seriously drank.
She's cool in bed, as she ought to be, cuz Ethyl's dead.
Everybody was at the top of their game at that point, in the early '70s.
The minute you step onstage, you get eight feet taller.
That was very close to getting killed. Usually at pop festivals we have people jumping on stage.