My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

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

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 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.

As we know, forgiveness of oneself is the hardest of all the forgivenesses.

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.

It sounds corny, but it's absolutely true: A song chooses me. I don't go looking for a certain kind of lyric. It kind of develops its own little arc and I'll just see what happens.