As Long As We Keep Searching, The

God Must Have Something To Do With Joy ... And With Sadness.

It [my Vocal] Didn't Sound Like What I Wanted To Hear; The Vibrato Isn't What I Liked Anymore. So I Got Myself To An Ear, Nose And Throat Guy Who Does A Lot Of Work With Singers, And I Was Hoping There Was A Big Wart On My Vocal Cords Or Something And They Could Scrape It Off And I Could Have The Voice I Wanted. But He Said, "no, For 71, That's Your Voice."

To Sing Is To Love And Affirm, To Fly And To Soar, To Coast Into The Hearts Of The People Who Listen To Tell Them That Life Is To Live, That Love Is There, That Nothing Is A Promise, But That Beauty Exists, And Must Be Hunted For And Found.

If You Don't Have Music, You Have Silence. There Is Power In Both.

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.