Grief isn't all tears.

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.

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

I could have a job as a teacher because I like talking in front of people.

I learned a lot from Arthur Rimbaud. People talk about how he wanted to be a seer and do that through the derangement of the senses. What they forget was that he also advocated, sternly and austerely, that one must be able to go through all that - and then articulate it.

I wasn't thinking so much of music. I wasnt thinking so much of perfection or stardom or any of that stuff.

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