In times like these, we need each other. We must bond together in spirit and in service.

When children listen to music, they don't just listen. They melt into the melody and flow with the rhythm. Something inside starts to unfold its wings - soon the child and the music are one.

Deep in the darkness of passions insanity, I felt taken by lust's strange inhumanity.

Change is inevitable and always good in one sense or the other.

Live, be, move, rejoice -- you are alive! Without the heart's wise rhythm, we could not exist.

I never think about themes. I let the music create itself. I like it to be a potpourri of all kinds of sounds, all kinds of colors, something for everybody, from the farmer in Ireland to the lady who scrubs toilets in Harlem.

I'm willing to forgive the press, or forgive anybody, I was taught to love and forgive, which I do have in my heart.