There's nothing in the world so sad as talking to a man who never knew his life was his for making.

I refused then like I do now to let anybody tie me down

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind.

I can't get excited by my own music. It's impossible.

My voice sucks. I don't like the tone.

I'm a private person.

I want to be in control of my own destiny.