Once I opened my mind to the concept of a greater power, I never struggled with it. Everywhere I went, I felt and saw the existence of a creative intelligence in this universe, of a loving power larger than myself in nature, in people, everywhere.

I think I'm still figuring out how to be a little less selfish.

I'm impressed with a 90 year old woman who's still out and about.

When we get together to rehearse, we could write music together all day long - GOOD music.

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.