Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.

There have been a lotta tough guys. There have been pretenders. And there have been contenders. But there is only one king.

This music is forever for me. It's the stage thing, that rush moment that you live for. It never lasts, but that's what you live for.

In the third grade, a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that's where I belonged. I also had the distinction of being the only altar boy knocked down by a priest during mass.

Somebody who can reckon with the past, who can live with the past in the present, and move towards the future - that's fabulous.

Two hearts are better than one.

In the early years, I found a voice that was my voice and also partly my father's voice. But isn't that what you always do? Why do kids at 5 years old go into the closet and put their daddy's shoes on? Hey, my kids do it.