It's like The Mold in Dr. Florey's Coat, about the discovery of penicillin. Out of these strange accidents come huge discoveries. A certain purple bleeds into red and all of a sudden you have something unexpected.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

My father was a classical pianist, and my mother was a singer of just about everything.

There was a French singer, Francoise Hardy - I used to look at her pictures and try to dress like her.

The models for me were more the folk-rock singers of the '60s and '70s.

I took it to heart that in order to be a good person; you never said anything mean about anybody.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.