To describe my scarce leisure time in today's terms, I always default to reading.

Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs. That's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns.

Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.

Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.

Yeah. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't fun... We're showing people how, in a pretty crazy and whacked-out, dangerous world, you can still have fun.

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.

Elvis up in Michigan and maybe out in Mars.