I Thought, 'my God, This

I'd Love To Knock An Audience Cold With One Note, But What Do You Do For The Rest Of The Evening?

Given The Choice Between Accomplishing Something And Just Lying Around, I'd Rather Lie Around. No Contest.

If You Hand Me A Guitar, I'll Play The Blues. That's The Place I Automatically Go.

Leave Bands, Go Back To Obscurity If I Choose To, Without A Great Sense Of Loss Of Security Because It's All Been Based On The Fact That I Did It On My Own Or Was Doing, Enjoying Doing It On My Own In The First Place.

Having Lovers And Friends Is All Good And Fine But I Don't Like Yours And You Don't Like Mine.