In '87 - four years after 'Sports' was released - my family and I began vacationing in Montana. I soon bought my first piece of land in Ravalli County, in the western part of the state.

I don't tap dance, and I don't think you can learn to tap dance in three weeks at my ripe old age.

I know my choices will be creative so long as I follow my heart.

You only go from nowhere to everywhere once. Let's enjoy it!

Back in the day you wanted your albums to have a theme, and 'Sports' theme was really a collection of singles. It was really a record for its time.

The power of love is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing. Change a hawk to a little white dove, more than a feeling, that's the power of love.

It's true, I do like cheering people up.

When you get in the pocket, there is a place where the music begins to play itself. When you can find that spot, it's the best feeling in the world.

Today, it's very tempting to create songs by cutting and pasting in the studio.

Don't miss understand me, I'm not getting soft, all I want is a couple days off.

I went to engineering school, I went to physics class. I said, 'Screw this, I don't want to be here. I'd much rather be at a club playing music.

Time is what we have in this life, and how we use it determines what our life is.

If women want any rights more than they's got, why don't they just take them, and not be talking about it.

In the culture we live in, there's this pervasive, shared agreement that there's a certain body type to admire, and it isn't actually based on anything real or substantive.

Charity has always been a expression of the guilty consciences of a ruling class.

Don't try to give a funny opinion; give your opinion in a way that will be funny.

The idea of an election is much more interesting to me than the election itself...The act of voting is in itself the defining moment.

Gospel music is so ingrained into my bones. I can't do a concert without singing a gospel song. It's what I was raised on.

There you are, diligently swimming a straight line, minding the form of your strokes, when you look up and see, always a shock, the currents you can't even feel have pulled you off course.

It would be amazing if people listened to it when they needed shelter; it would be lovely if they didn't spit on it.

I hate to sound this way but, 'Why me? Why me with dementia?'