I think the question that nobody wanted to deal with is the question they're posing: did my kid die in vain? Because the answer is too awful.

I have hope in people, in individuals. Because you don't know what's going to rise from the ruins.

Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.

Someone had to change the world. And obviously I was the one for the job.

I love the lower ranges of my new voice. I really enjoy that. It's a challenge, and I accept the challenge. I sort of enjoy it now to reach notes that maybe four years ago I couldn't reach. I don't mean to grumble about it. I'm past that critical period and have gone on to a whole new field. And we go everywhere. We travel around the world, and I learn songs from every place we go, and it's a joyful process.

Noise is an imposition on sanity, and we live in very noisy times.

If it came back I would be thrilled. I would be delighted to write more songs. I need them now because I want to make an album and I have to depend on other people's music, which I've done for years. But still, it'd be really nice to be able to sprinkle it with my own.