I totally believe in magic. Because my life, I think, has been very magic, and magical things have come true for me time after time after time.

I've laid down with love and woke up with lies. What's it all, worth only the heart can measure.

I keep all my poems in my journals and lock them away. They are the start of everything.

I don't love the years going by. I'd just as soon stay forty-five. But it's OK because I feel a whole lot better than I did at thirty-five.

Love is only one fine star away.

Right now I'm not involved with anybody, but I hope by 75 I will be again.

It's really hard when you break up with somebody, or somebody breaks up with you, and you're in this band; guess who you have to see in the next day in the hotel in the breakfast room? That person.