This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. "Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days." Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!

The trick is to have a career and have a family. It's like having two dogs that hate each other and you have to take them for a walk every night.

Unfortunately, I made the mistake at one point of putting my address on the back of one of my albums, just to find out what would happen. I received a lot of disturbing mail and calls. Actually, I was living in a hotel, so it was easy enough to find the number. I got a kick out of it for a while. Then I realized what I'd done.

I finally discovered that my life is more important than show business.

For a songwriter, you dont really go to songwriting school; you learn by listening to tunes.

You hope people are going to be listening to you after you're gone. And they like you better after you're gone.

It's a battered old suitcase and a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal.