i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes 'till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.

Now that rock is turning 50, it's become classical in itself. It's interesting to see that development.

Feminists bore me to death. I follow my instinct and if that supports young girls in any way, great. But I'd rather they saw it more as a lesson about following their own instincts rather than imitating somebody.

There's no map to human behaviour.

The relationship changes as you learn more about people, and the work sort of takes on its own life. I enjoy this very much.

It's incredible how nature sets females up to take care of people, and yet it is tricky for them to take care of themselves.

I don't like records that are the same from beginning to end, that are too styled and slick. Everything is so designed and airbrushed and Botoxed, it makes us think, 'Oh, everybody's perfect except me. Everything's smooth except me.' But nothing is smooth.