I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.

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.

I'm not easy to live with and I know that it's true. However, you're no picnic either, babe, and that's one of the things I liked about you.

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

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