Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow. You special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you.

I don't think of myself as a symbol of the sixties, but I do think of myself as a symbol of following through on your beliefs.

I think music has the power to transform people, and in doing so, it has the power to transform situations - some large and some small.

My dread is for my show to be a nostalgia act. So the key to it is how do we keep it fresh?

The search is in the doing.

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild. But it is really God - playing music in his favourite cathedral in heaven - shattering stained glass - playing a gigantic organ - thundering on the keys - perfect harmony - perfect joy.

All of us are survivors, but how many of us transcend survival?