All my battles were with male egos. I’m just looking for equality, not to dominate. But I want to be able to control my vision.
They won’t give peace a chance, that’s just a dream some of us had.
Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.
Rationally I have no hope, irrationally I believe in miracles.
Lord, there’s danger in this land, you get witch hunts and wars when church and state hold hands.
I thrive on change. That’s probably why my chord changes are weird, because chords depict emotions. They’ll be going along on one key and I’ll drop off a cliff, and suddenly they will go into a whole other key signature. That will drive some people crazy, but that’s how my life is.
The only thing I have to give to make you smile, to win you with, are all the mornings still to live.
I don’t understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?
You’ve got to keep the child alive; you can’t create without it.
I don’t know who I am but you know, life is for learning.
But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed Well something’s lost, but something’s gained In living every day.
I see music as fluid architecture.
The thing that gave me the most pain in life, psychologically, and it gave me tremendous pain psychologically, is man’s disrespect for nature.
I’m a little young for retirement.
Americans have decided to be stupid and shallow since 1980.
Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.
To enjoy my music, you need depth and emotionality.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.
Because I’m so busy and because I think of myself as a painter, I desperately guard the time that I have to paint. And sometimes I’m irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.