I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

I never was a very good singer.

These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.

Somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go may lie a reason you were alive, but you'll never know.

As far as those kinds of things, I also played at the concert to call for the release of Nelson Mandela when he was a political prisoner in South Africa. We were celebrating his 70th birthday and calling for his release.

I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.

It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.