Divorce is just the most awful thing in the world.

Whatever meaning 'Annie's Song' had for me on a personal level, there was also a larger context. It could just as easily have been about love for a brother. Or a father. Or a friend. It could just as easily have been a prayer.

To deny this is to deny our own heritage, our own spirit, and our own souls.

I would so much like young people to have a sense of the gift that they are. Not many of them feel like that.

The Earth is our mother just turning around, with her trees in the forest and roots underground. Our father above us whose sigh is the wind, paint us a rainbow without any end.

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.

We don't teach kids how to feel, we don't give them the words to go by.