She Was Made Of Flesh And Eyelashes.

I Always Felt I Was Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel Trying To Get A Song Together.

Journalists, Especially English Journalists, Were Very Cruel To Me. They Said I Only Knew Three Chords When I Knew Five!

I've Never Thought Of Myself As A Religious Person.

My Friends Are Gone And My Hair Is Grey. I Ache In Places I Used To Play. And I’m Crazy For Love But I’m Not Coming On. I’m Just Paying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song.

Everybody Knows That You've Been Faithful, Give Or Take A Night Or Two.