I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren't consumed by technology and television.

That to me is the way any good romantic would look at his life: Live it first, then write it down before you go.

Is it time for your medication or mine?

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning.

I can only say the first thing that pops into my mind is I remember, years ago, seeing kind of a has-been country singer working - when I first moved to Nashville - in a bar in a Holiday Inn.

The stores and the things like that, the business side of things came out at the point when, I'd say probably in the early '70s, it looked like the year of the singer-songwriter was over, 'cause music changed in our time and the spotlight was out.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.