And I wound up in New Orleans for all those years and it was a great place, really a catalyst creatively.

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

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

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

Under the heavens and under the sea there's a friend I don't know, who holds the right key.

I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases.

Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.