I know a lot about cars man. I can look at any car's headlights and tell you exactly which way it's coming.

It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights but you can make the whole trip that way.

I replaced the headlights in my car with strobe lights so it looks like I'm the only one moving.

I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas people behind me stop and I'm gone.

The stores and the things like that the business side of things came out at the point when I'd say probably in the early '70s it looked like the year of the singer-songwriter was over 'cause music changed in our time and the spotlight was out.

I was brought up in the modern world of all the luxury and the highlight of show business. I was born into a Christian home.

I have heard show business characterized as a refuge for childlike persons in flight from all things harsh and real.

As I approach my 88th birthday it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears among other appurtenances aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

Since graduation I have measured time in 4-by-5-inch pieces of paper four days on the left and three on the right. Every social engagement interview reading flight doctor's appointment birthday and dry-cleaning reminder has been handwritten between metal loops.

My best birth control now is just to leave the lights on.