Everybody wants to be American, it seems; I travel enough to know.

The secret of poetry is cruelty.

Some people haven't got a life, I suppose. They want to be on the road all the time.

My thoughts and wishes are all that surrounds, mysteries hold you then fly you away. You know you are my life, my lady of dreams.

You are the reason. If you want, you are the answer in the end.

Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies.

I've got a great life. I'm in love, I have a happy, wonderful, beautiful time with my marriage, and I have a beautiful home. I want to spend time here working and creating.