It was a great time to be born, because I got to have my own publishing company right from the beginning, so I made more money than somebody would have doing what I did ten or fifteen years before.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

Somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go may lie a reason you were alive, but you'll never know.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.

Also, right at that particular time in the music business, because of people like the Beatles, people began owning their own publishing. I'll just say this really quickly - they used to divide the money for the music that was written in two, just equal halves.

Got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me, and one says she's a friend of mine.