I Don't Care What Anybody Says About

I Don't Mind Doing Two Or Three Eagles Songs And Playing The Drums. I'm Not One Of Those Artists Who's Going To Sit Here And Deny The Past.

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.

How Can Love Survive In Such A Graceless Age? The Trust And Self Assurance That Lead To Happiness, They're The Very Things We Kill.

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?