You're just playing, playing, playing, and then an image or something will come into your mind, and basically you're just narrating it with music, letting it move along.

When I look at my kids, and the ease with which they pick up music, I wish I had that.

I need to go outside. I wouldn't say I'm an outdoors person, but I like to go outside.

It's hard to believe that you're really here, so I just pretend that you're not here.

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically.

I can make dressing - or stuffing. Y'all call it stuffing up here, we call it dressing down there. It's really good dressing. That family recipe was passed on, and I love to make that.

You feel like a prisoner if you don't create. You're jailed up inside of yourself.