See the judge upon the bench who tries the case as best he can, see the wise and wicked ones who feed upon life's sacred fire, see the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired.

You just get the vibes of your surroundings and it rubs off on you.

I was happy to be in England, because my mother had always loved the royals, and so do I.

Of course I knew The Band's Canadian keyboard player, the late Richard Manuel, but I didn't play that night because I was there as a guest with my record executives. People ask, "why didn't you play?" If I had known I was going to be playing then I would have been prepared for it.

I can remember sitting in a cabin outside of Denver writing that with a can of soup on the stove.

I don't know where we went wrong, but the feeling's gone and I just can't get it back.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?