When you’re young, the silliest notions seem the greatest achievements.
I just can’t seem to write songs about peace and love. Yeah right, how do you get that?
We still seem to trigger that intensity in people, which was quite incredible.
I don’t believe in fate, because I’m not spiritual, but things do seem to work out.
We seem to be made to suffer. It’s our lot in life.
I don’t see myself as being as big of an influence as other people seem to think.
I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.
When I was growing up, the blues did seem too simple to me. I was just a muso.