I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.

I try to write conversationally; I try to write like people speak and put the emphasis on the right syllable.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.

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.

My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.