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

And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.

These old ballparks are like cathedrals in America. We don't have big old Gothic cathedrals like they do in Europe. But we got baseball parks.

At 57, to have a No. 1 album, I wasn't expecting it.

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

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.