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

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.

Spread your wings and let me come inside.

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.

Fast cars like Porsches and Ferraris – they are things of beauty.

You are my lover, you’re my best friend. You’re in my soul.

You can keep your Streisands.

I’m a rock star because I couldn’t be a soccer star.

It has gone past me now, the writing phase.

I suppose I miss the British cynicism and the humor.

When it comes to pinning blame, pin the tail on the donkeys.

It’s your career, your face, your name. You have to be in control because if something gets messed up or something doesn’t look how you want it to, you’re the only one to blame.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.

After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?

Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other’s burden.

When I could not see the light with my blind eyes, I blamed not my eyes, but the sun.

I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn’t. I don’t blame him. If I was him I’d have the same opinion about me that he does.