Of Course I Have Regrets;

I Shoot My Big Mouth Off; It Just Pops Up! I Have To Learn To Edit Myself.

I Do Take Care Of Myself; I Get My Nails Done, And I Have A Skin Doctor, But That's It. I'm Clean And Groomed.

My Father Belonged To A Commune, And The Food Was Ghastly. My Idea Of Food Hell Is The Salad Cream They'd Pour All Over Bits Of Lettuce, Cucumber And Tomato. It Was Just Disgusting.

Maybe The Most That You Can Expect From A Relationship That Goes Bad Is To Come Out Of It With A Few Good Songs.

The Only Time I Ever Really Consider Retiring Is When I Get Fed Up With The Press. Which Is Often.