You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.

People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young. Back then I guess most of my influences could be thought of as eccentric. Mass media had no overwhelming reach so I was drawn to the traveling performers passing through.

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.

Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.

Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.