All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

We just did what we'd done when we were an act in the '60s. But I found it impossible to hold a dialogue with 500,000 people. In a certain sense, it was numbing.

I've got nothing to do today but smile.

Time, time, time, See what's become of me, While I look around all my possibilities