Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.

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

The idea that I wrote something that stood for the way I feel about things, and that it lasts, that's probably my favorite thing that I've done.

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

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

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.

But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere, suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear.