Certainly in terms of my life - anybody's life - you go through death, childbirth and marriage, glory and defeat, and so on.

Once illness strikes, you realize there's not a lot of time for you to do what you really need to do. And there's no time like the present.

I basically have needed to go to the piano and give voice periodically to, you know - I'm always afraid to describe it as a kind of therapeutic process, but nevertheless it was a type of unloading that had to occur due to my personal life with my mother's health or just my professional trials and tribulations.

I think the minute you mention death, people run for the hills - unless it's heavy metal. People do not like death.

I think I've done a pretty fantastic job, but of course I want to sell millions of records.

Guess the world needs both sun And the moon too Sad with what I have except for you.

One day you will come to Montauk and see your dad playing the piano And see your other dad wearing glasses Hope that you will want to stay for a while Don't worry I know you'll have to go