We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.

No wedding bells for me anymore. I've been happily married to my profession for years.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

I respect country music because I feel like it's more about the talent and the songwriting and I put on a big show and we have a lot of stuff but I feel confident in myself enough as an artist and a singer that I can have all of those fun toys and know that we don't need all the bells and whistles either.

My workout regimen at the moment is nonexistent. I wake up in the morning and brush my teeth. My toothbrush and deodorant are my only dumbbells. That's about it.

True love comes quietly without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells get your ears checked.

The coolest thing and I have it at home is a huge Hulk Hogan normal-sized pinball machine. When people come over they play it for hours. When you hit the bumpers and the bells ring it goes 'Oh yeah!' The whole time you're playing this machine it's yelling and screaming at you 'What you gonna do brother?!' I think that's the coolest.

Every night half an hour before curtain up the bells of St. Malachy's the Actors' Chapel on New York's 49th Street peal the tune of 'There's No Business Like Show Business.' If you walk the streets of the theatre district before a show and see the vast enthusiastic lines it sounds like a calling: there is certainly no place like Broadway.