That sense of failure, I don't know where people put it who don't write songs and aren't able to emote physically. It must go somewhere.

The world is ruled by butterflies adding to their weapon piles. Imagine what your taxes buy. We hardly ever try.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around.

Our politicians, they all seemed like game show hosts to me.

What might save us, me and you, is if the Russians love their children too.

Like music, yoga is a journey -- one that is long enough so you keep developing, and keep learning. I don't see an end to it.