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

The search is in the doing.

The hardest song to write is a protest song, a topical song with meaning.

Seeing you sleeping peacefully on your back among your stuffed ducks, bears and basset hounds, would remind me that no matter how good the next day might be, certain moments were gone forever because we could not go backwards in time.

I was writing "Diamonds and Rust' and it had nothing to do with what it turned out to be. I don't remember what it is, but I think I was writing a song. It was literally interrupted by a phone call, and it just took another curve and it came out to be what it was.

Living so fully, I can't imagine what any drug could do for me.

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