My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

How does a person create a song? A lot of it is being open to encounter and to be in touch with the miraculous.

Americans have decided to be stupid and shallow since 1980.

I see music as fluid architecture.

I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.

I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.