“Spread your wings and let me come inside.”

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover, and mother what a lover, you wore me out.

What I do now is all my dad’s fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.

Only a fool permits the letter of the law to override the spirit in the heart. Do not let a piece of paper stand in the way of true love and headlines.

There’s still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.

Even the President needs passion.

I have a voice coach, but only in so much as to make my voice stronger so I can sing for five nights a week, two hours.

Lyrics are coming to you all the time. I get inspiration in the middle of the night.

I love change, I need it.

Won’t someone please answer my prayers before I’m old and gray. I’ve been lonely too long and all my family thinks I’m gay.

I’m shrewd about money; I invest well and look after it. But it’s in my nature to be generous. I look after people.

Well, there’s not a day goes by when I don’t get up and say thank you to somebody.

I’m very proud of my well-earned wrinkles, so show ’em.

I have a very lively and colourful show. It’s two hours of hits and the music speaks for itself.

I’ve still got a brilliant head of hair, which refuses to lay down.

I’ve always been able to get inside a song really easily, and if it’s my song, I can make it seem honest.

I think, with suits and clothes, if you keep them long enough, they all come back in fashion. It’s like me. I’ve been around long enough and I’ve come back in fashion.