People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I'm learning as I go.

My voice is my improvisational instrument, the melody instrument. The guitar is harmonic structure. I'm not a good enough guitarist to improvise on it.

Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.

People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.

Not every song I write is ecstasy. And it can happen only one time. After that, when you sing the same melody and words, it's pleasure, but you don't get wiped out.

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 have my books and my poetry to protect me