A man has one, a cat has nine, and in between it's killing time.

I'm easy driving, But I'm not a person who loves living pleasantly above all else. I'm not that way at all. I might think I'm that, but I'm not really that.

No one can penetrate me. They only see what's in their own fancy, always.

You're dumb, but don't give in.

A restless spirit who can't reach his goal, can't find a home until I've found my soul.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

When I wrote the song, I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea, and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog-big as a donkey. ... I think that songwriting changed when groups started spending more time in the studio. ... I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere. ... Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.