Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

Pickup's washed and you just got paid, with any luck at all you might even get laid.

My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I'd dream about expensive cars.

Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

Tonight I just need my guitar.

I have never cared about setting world records, or filling my boat with fish, or, for that matter, even catching fish. I go for the experience of spending six hours in the arms of the ocean, never thinking of a single thing except chasing fish.