The happiest times in my life were when my relationships were going well - when I was in love with someone, and someone was loving me. But in my whole life, I haven't met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I'm discontented about that. I'm angry with myself. I have regrets.

I never said I wasn't going to play any more. I don't know where that came from.

There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.

I see the winos talking to themselves and I can understand.

They say there's a heaven for those who wait, some say it's better I say it ain't.

I have been both praised and criticized. The criticism stung, but the praise sometimes bothered me even more. To have received such praise and honors has always been puzzling to me.

This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.