I love to read. I love to stretch. In the morning, I get up, and if I'm not in a hurry, I will lie on the floor on a rug, look through some books and magazines, and maybe listen to music and try to do stretching exercises to tune up.

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

I've also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament - it was about 1982 - they called it Peace Sunday.

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again