If I ignore my work, I start having anxiety attacks.

I have a real worker-bee mentality. Just show up, just do it. Even if you feel like s--t and you think you're terrible and you'll never get better and it will never go anywhere, just show up and do it. And, eventually, something happens.

I dream of songs. I dream they fall down through the centuries, from my distant ancestors, and come to me. I dream of lullabies and sea shanties and keening cries and rhythms and stories and backbeats.

I was sensitive to music and poetry, and it was around me growing up.

It is the people who scream the loudest about America and Freedom who see to be the most intolerant for a differing point of view.

I was a songwriter; that was the torch I carried. This is an honorable profession. This is what I do.

I have daughters who are writers and actors but no musicians.