All Of Us Are Survivors, But How

Seeing You Sleeping Peacefully On Your Back Among Your Stuffed Ducks, Bears And Basset Hounds, Would Remind Me That No Matter How Good The Next Day Might Be, Certain Moments Were Gone Forever Because We Could Not Go Backwards In Time.

I'd Hear A Tune In My Head And The Words Would Come. And Then, Very Suddenly It Just Stopped. It Seemed Too Stilted To Try And Learn How To Write A Song, To Go To Round Robins And To Learn Things From Other People On How To Write A Song. So I Just Stopped And Did Other Things.

I Have Been True To The Principles Of Nonviolence, Developing A Stronger And Stronger Aversion To The Ideologies Of Both The Far Right And The Far Left And A Deeper Sense Of Rage And Sorrow Over The Suffering They Continue To Produce All Over The World.

I Was Writing "diamonds And Rust' And It Had Nothing To Do With What It Turned Out To Be. I Don't Remember What It Is, But I Think I Was Writing A Song. It Was Literally Interrupted By A Phone Call, And It Just Took Another Curve And It Came Out To Be What It Was.

I Never Pretended To Be Rock Star. I Would Make A Lousy Rock Star. I Don't Have The Right Voice For It. I Don't Have The "sex, Drugs And Rock 'n' Roll" Spirit. But The Greatest Flattery In The Last Couple Of Years Is Being Called A "badass" By Young Singers.