Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.

I get on the airplane and there's a screen in front of everything. You get into a taxicab in New York, there's a screen blinking at you. I think it's going to have a tremendous effect on our brains, because those bright, saturated colors and those strong lines, they do things to your brain.

Rampant eclecticism is my middle name.

Even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing underneath the same bright star.

Life's full of loss, who knows the cost, living in the memory of the love that never was.

I only notice the clothes I'm wearing.

This is an election year, and I think we're in desperate trouble and it's time for people to speak up and not pipe down. It's a real conflict for me when I go to a concert and find out somebody in the audience is a Republican or fundamental Christian. It can cloud my enjoyment. I'd rather not know.