All the lousy little poets coming around trying to sound like Charles Manson.

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

And I had not much of a voice. I didn't play that great guitar either.

Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, but now and again by some grace something stands out and invites you to work on it, to elaborate it or animate it in some way. It's a mysterious process.

No one's ever done one of my songs badly. People say to me, "God, so-and-so wrecked that song." Well, I'm unaware of it. Anybody doing one of my tunes has earned my gratitude, and I don't get that many covers where I have the luxury to choose.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.