Opportunities may come along for you to convert something - something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it.

You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost.

Don't follow leaders.

The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.