The film [Dream of Life] looks at a time in my life.

Finally, by the sea, where God is everywhere, I gradually calmed.

Rock & roll is like a painting. Can great paintings still be done? It depends on who holds the brush.

I think it's good for people to see the positive beauty that can flower from the deepest grieving.

I'm an intuitive musician. I have no real technical skills. I can only play six chords on the guitar.

Good press, bad press, whatever, only means a lot to me if it's writ by somebody I respect, by somebody I like.

We were walking toward the fountain, the epicenter of activity, when an older couple stopped and openly observed us. Robert enjoyed being noticed, and he affectionately squeezed my hand. "oh, take their picture," said the woman to her bemused husband, "I think they're artists." "Oh, go on," he shrugged. "They're just kids.