Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill.

Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.

I don't mind doing two or three Eagles songs and playing the drums. I'm not one of those artists who's going to sit here and deny the past.

Arm chair warriors often fail.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.