I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

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

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

More than a career, I feel that I've got a function. I see things in a much more holistic way. Some people bake the bread, and some people write the songs.

Very often it's really inconvenient - who you fall in love with. You can't really control it.

It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.