I always thought the women of song don't get along, and I don't know why that is.

Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!

America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.

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

The bands and the roadies, love 'em and leave 'em. It's pleasure to try 'em, but trouble to keep 'em.

I still believe in the power of the word, that words inspire.

I know my generation - a lot of them, they're getting old now, and they want to think back fondly, they want to kid themselves. A lot of them think, 'Yeah, we were the best.' That's the kiss of death. That's non-growth. And also that's very bad for the world.