People Say I'm Such A Pessimist, But

During The 'ballad' Years For Me, The Politics Was Latent; I Was Just Falling In Love With The Ballads And My Boyfriend. And There Was The Beauty Of The Songs.

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."

We're Not Really Pacifists, We're Nonviolent Soldiers.

Noise Is An Imposition On Sanity, And We Live In Very Noisy Times.