Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.

I rate each album as better than the last one. That's how I see it.

How can you live in the Northeast?

I don't like fashion. It's very heartless.

The only time that love is an easy game is when two other people are playing it.

I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers, still crazy after all these years.