To Love Means You Also Trust.

You Don't Get To Choose How You're Going To Die, Or When. You Can Only Decide How You're Going To Live. Now.

Action Is The Antidote To Despair.

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."

If It Came Back I Would Be Thrilled. I Would Be Delighted To Write More Songs. I Need Them Now Because I Want To Make An Album And I Have To Depend On Other People's Music, Which I've Done For Years. But Still, It'd Be Really Nice To Be Able To Sprinkle It With My Own.

Peace Might Sell, But Who's Buying?