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

One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see

I had the opportunity to be around my kids a lot. I guess I could have kept working, but I had them when I was 47. You only get to see all this stuff once. I just chose to work at home and watch them.

I used her and she used me, but neither one cared, we were getting our share.

When I try to write I try to write something different every time. That's the challenge.

There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.