Things started to get out of control when I began reading that I was a superstar.

If you feel like singing along, don't.

Synchronized with the rising moon Even with the evening star They were true love written in stone They were never alone, they were never that far apart

I typically will work on a lyric in a three-ring binder. On the right side, I'll write the lyric, and on the left side, I put in alternate things...and things that might be alternates or improvements. I'll turn the page and do it again. I'll turn the page and do it again, or incorporate the improvements. Eventually, I end up with some material, and often it needs to be ordered.

I don't think anyone really says anything new.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have made a lot of difference to my audience that I'm as bald as a billiard ball!

You can bring your enemies to their knees with the possible exception of the North Vietnamese.