Sometimes you get out from behind the wheel and let someone else step on the gas.

I don't usually purge myself by writing anything about any type of quote, so-called, relationships.

What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing.

I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now.

His [Bob Dylan] humour was dry and splendid.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.