We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

The only thing I have to give to make you smile, to win you with, are all the mornings still to live.

I am as constant as a northern star

I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.

The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.