Peace might sell, but who's buying?

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

During the 'ballad' years for me, the politics was latent; I was just falling in love with the ballads and my boyfriend. And there was the beauty of the songs.

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

People say I'm such a pessimist, but I always was. It never stopped me from doing what I had to do. I would say I'm a realist.

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.

My father was a physicist and also an activist. My first public protest was with my dad at Stanford. I came by all that honestly.