I had 13 weeks off and I would pack up the family and drive to some mountain retreat where we could be together and fish all day. I loved it. I needed it.

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket / Never let it fade away / Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket / Save it for a rainy day

I worked with the world's greatest talents and then went home to the world's greatest woman. It was, and is, a great life.

That I can't relate to today's music or morals doesn't make either necessarily bad. Just different. I leave the judgements to others.

Acting coaches in Hollywood were always telling me to use my hands and body more. But that was never me. I just breathe and sometimes it doesn't look as if I'm doing that.

My only regret in life is that I didn't spend as much time with my kids as I now wish I had.

The bluest skies . . . are in Seattle.