My husband had an education. He had a degree in Literature. I married into a camp of literary types.

I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

Everyone I know has attention deficit, and they say it with great pride. It's a bad time to be right.

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

Because I'm so busy and because I think of myself as a painter, I desperately guard the time that I have to paint. And sometimes I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

I'm your biggest fan, California, I'm coming home

Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!