“It’s silly to say that with a journalist, but sometimes there is not a truth to be found.”

The one phrase you can use is that success has a thousand fathers, and failure is an orphan.

Everybody’s going through changes. No one knows what’s going on.

The only time it dominates is during a solo, or when we play a low blues and I put figures in behind Eric’s vocals.

Classical music’s ability to translate emotional themes is fantastic.

I use a lot more chords than most organists and I’m careful to phrase them with the guitar.

I quite like childlike songs, which sometimes cross over.

I think it’s like everything else; one shouldn’t dig too deeply.

Which is understandable if you’re the producer, but aggravating if you’re the artist.

Everybody changes places, but the world still carries on.

There’s never any real problem fitting guitar and organ together.

We had a missionary zeal about blues music, and I felt, particularly, that Mickie Most was attempting to homogenize, sweeten, and make it accessible for the mass market.

That part of the Englishman’s nature which has found gratification in religion is now drifting into political life.

I have always found women difficult. I don’t really understand them. To begin with, few women tell the truth.

“Criminal justice” was a term she found more apt than it was meant to be.

A recent survey or North American males found 42% were overweight, 34% were critically obese and 8% ate the survey.

The thing we tell of can never be found be seeking, yet only seekers find it.

No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.

She kept swimming out into life because she hadn’t yet found a rock to stand on.

I found one had to do some work every day, even at midnight, because either you’re professional or you’re not.