In playing, I suppose my greatest gift was to express the way I felt or the willingness to express myself.

It's taken me to be an older guy, an old man, to have an old man's voice. Because I only liked old men's voices. As a kid, I didn't like pip-squeaked singers.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

I think I deliberately sold out a couple of times. I picked the songs that I thought would do well in the marketplace, even though I didn't really love the song.

My driving philosophy about making music is that you can reduce it all down to one note if that note is played with the right kind of sincerity.

I don't know if I believe in luck. I think I'm very fortunate.

I'm an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.