“When the one you love is in love with someone else, don’t you know it’s torture, I mean it’s living hell.”

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.

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.