I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.
Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.
I still believe in the power of the word, that words inspire.
We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.
I like my freedom. I like to do my own grocery shopping. People do recognize you. They are kind of shocked. Some people like it. It makes them feel at ease. It confirms their hopes that you are in fact similar to them.