I heard someone from the music business saying they are no longer looking for talent, they want people with a certain look and a willingness to cooperate.

Rationally I have no hope, irrationally I believe in miracles.

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

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.

I conceived in art college at the age of 20, near the end of term.