They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known.

You want to give people a reason to hate my guts more? I'm making more money.

The biggest regret? This may be one of those years I have no regrets.

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own/That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.

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

I work with musicians whose opinions I respect and if they don't like something they don't hold back. They'll say, 'That really sucks' and 'You've lost it' and 'You're no good anymore.' And I crawl away with my tail between my legs and I fear that kind of ridicule, but I want them to like the music I'm bringing to them.

It's really hard to make a living as a musician. It's almost impossible.