I was eating in a Chinese restaurant downtown. There was a dish called Mother and Child Reunion. It's chicken and eggs. And I said, I gotta use that one.

You sit and you let your fingers go to wherever they are going to go. You wait until you start to hear something, and you start to figure out what it is that you're doing. And then you add another piece next to that piece, and wait to see if some kind of pattern or something interesting starts to grow, and then you cultivate it.

I question what emotion Manilow touches. People are entertained by him. But are they emotionally moved? I don't believe anything that Barry Manilow sings.

Facts can be turned into art if one is artful enough.

Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.

Medicine is magical and magical is art, the boy in the bubble, and the baby with the baboon heart.

Every time the industry gets powerful, and corporate thinking dominates what the music is, then the music really pales.