I played drums on Keith Carradine's first record.

No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.

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.

The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.

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

I have a bad back partially from playing the drums and singing. I used to have to hold my body in such a position that my spine got out of alignment.

I'm not easy to live with and I know that it's true. However, you're no picnic either, babe, and that's one of the things I liked about you.