Drugs had shown me little bits here and there-they had rolled across the carpet once or twice, but I had been able to get them out of my mind.

I'm actually doing what I want with my life. I do sometime think I could just shut up and rest on my laurels and say: you know what guys, I'll operate out of the pocket you put me in.... but no way! No way I'm gonna do that! I'd just get bored stiff the first minute.

Domesticity is the enemy of art. I don't know if that's true. You can write good happy songs. So, I don't think it's necessarily happiness. But I think self-satisfaction is maybe the enemy. It's kind of better to think, "Tomorrow night I'm gonna sing it better." There is this forward effort. It feels to me right, it feels human.

I never look forward, because I have no idea about how any of it happened to getting here. I've no idea how the next five years are going to be.

I saw that Meryl Streep said, I just want to do my job well. And really, that's all I'm ever trying to do.

I believe that in the future meditation could be as commonplace in schools and society as eco-awareness is now. It interests me that an ancient cure may be the solution to a modern problem.

We would normally play it to Cynthia or whoever was around