I try to write songs. At our concerts, we take the cream of the crop from my back catalogue and I don't know if I could write something now that would replace any of that. We don't lose any of the standards. We have lots of songs in rotation.

There is always something wrong with a song, you can't be perfect.

I was in Britain that year [1963] and some music publishing people in Denmark Street in London suggested me to the BBC. So I found myself in front of a British television show, which was a nice surprise.

The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.

All that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

I'm a little nuts. I'm a lot nuts. All I know is that in the midst of the madness of this world it's my therapy. The music touches my heartstrings.

Give me a wave I can ride upon, come and show your strength to me.