I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

Every now and then you'll nail one that's really, really special. And that's what you live for.

Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.

Great sex is wonderful while it's happening, but who remembers great sex they had in 1983?

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.