I think 1960s small-town America was very Lynchian. Everything was there, but underneath, everything was rumbling.

We said we'd walk together baby come what may.That come the twilight should we lose our way.If as we're walkin a hand should slip free,I'll wait for you And should I fall behind,Wait for me.

I had spent about three months where I couldn't sing at all, so that was anxiety-provoking. But after that, I went back out. I sang for two hours in my garage one day to see if I had a voice.

When you have three teenagers, it gives a whole new meaning to "homeland security."

To say I'll make your dreams come true would be wrong, but maybe, darling, I could help them along.

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.

I had no credit cards. I had no checks. I was cash only until I was probably 30 years old.