I never knew when I was gong to leave. I might be walking over to a kid's house, then of all a sudden I would just stick out my thumb and hitchhike across three states.

I'm respected, I'm still working, what more could I ask?

My family in general - they're troubled or poorer people.

He loved her, free parts and labor. But she broke down and died.

I really enjoy creating music onstage, to participate in making music live.

I put out a recording of me singing mostly jazz because I wanted people to know I'm coming from a jazz background.

I had a terrible manager once who described my career as 'spiraling downward.