Someone once asked me why people sing. I answered that they sing for many of the same reasons the birds sing. They sing for a mate, to claim their territory, or simply to give voice to the delight of being alive in the midst of a beautiful day. Perhaps more than the birds do, humans hold a grudge. They sing to complain of how grievously they have been wronged, and how to avoid it in the future. They sing to help themselves execute a job of work. They sing so the subsequent generations won’t forget what the current generation endured, or dreamed, or delighted in.

Art is for healing ourselves, and everybody needs their own personal art to heal up their problems.

I've got this weird body chemistry that I don't like to get high. I'm not going to say I never tried drugs. I tried most everything. I didn't try injectables. But I didn't like it.

We were raised with the idea that we had limitless chances and we got very shocked to learn that wasn't the case.

I wish I had as much in bed as I get in the newspapers.

When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.

The thing you have to be prepared for is that other people don't always dream your dream.