To want what I have, to take what I'm given with grace. For this I pray.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

I now derive physical and spiritual pleasure from gardening and there is tremendous satisfaction in knowing that I could survive almost anywhere if I had to.

Fame, at one time, was associated with accomplishment, but in this day and age fame and notoriety have become confused.

The land of opportunity spawned a whole new breed of men without souls.

I played drums on Keith Carradine's first record.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.