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.

Think about all of the families where the father is a doctor and the son is a doctor or generations of coal miners. Why did they go into that line of work? Because that's what they were taught. Or was it in their genes? It's not an either/or question. It's both. I was inclined in that way. I was sensitive to music and poetry, and it was around me growing up.

I adhere to the religion of art and music and small children.

I have learned to be steady in my course of love, or fear, or loneliness, rather than impulsive in its wasting, either lyrically or emotionally.

War is idiocy. We live on a small, small planet, and what we do to others is what we do to ourselves

I'm not the type to turn to drugs and alcohol, but I do have a profound devotion to art and music - and children.

Sometimes the fragment of a conversation, the color of the sky, the image in a dream, has everything to do with where the song begins.