It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.

A phenomenon occurs but because you're in the middle of it, you just think it's your life-until it's over. And then you look back and say, What an unusual thing happened to me in the '60s.

These are the days of miracle and wonder.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

Every time the industry gets powerful, and corporate thinking dominates what the music is, then the music really pales.

We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.

One man's ceiling is another man's floor.