There’s nothing as glamorous to me as a record store.

Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".

I feel that if I said anything about John, I would have to sit here for five days and say it all. Or I don't want to say anything.

I think the minute you're full up and have had enough to eat, then that's time to retire.

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

When you get the money, you still need to keep going; you don't stop. There has to be something else. I think it's the freedom to do what you want and to live your dreams.

I'm mad, you know? I don't think of retiring at all.