My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.

Rolling Stone hates me. They must have an editorial policy to do me in for many years.

They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.

When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

I heard someone from the music business saying they are no longer looking for talent, they want people with a certain look and a willingness to cooperate.