All the music I loved as a child, people thought it was junk. People were unaware of the subtext in so many of those records but if you were a kid you were just completely tuned in, even though you didn't always say - you wouldn't dare say it was beautiful.

Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.

They wanted to know why I did what I did. Well, sir I guess there's just meanness in the world.

For an adult, the world is constantly trying to clamp down on itself. Routine, responsibility, decay of institutions, corruption: this is all the world closing in.

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?

I grew up with a very big extended family, with a lot of aunts. We had about five or six houses on one street.