If the baby is sick, you won't find me showing up to play my gigs. If I have a contract, there is going to be a clause in that contract saying that if the baby is sick I will not appear.

There were times when I had maybe a couple of hundred dollars, and times I made myself think I was on top of the world.

Sometimes when you're overwhelmed by a situation - when you're in the darkest of darkness - that's when your priorities are reordered.

I know there's a consciousness energy that operates completely independent of the physical body you inhabit, that maintains... awareness after the body's gone.

The most common misconception about me is that I'm basically a jazz singer.

I wanted to be the greatest woman guitarist alive. I had fantasies about being a female Jimi Hendrix.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

A friend hipped me to hypoglycemia, which an article I read calls 'a disease for a nation of sugar junkies.' Who knows how many people in this country have it?

Once I get out onstage, it's the same sort of basic production that it is anywhere else. But I might be a little bit aware that there might be people I know out there, who wondered where I was.

The thing that helped me come to terms with performing was an anxiety, a desperation for acceptance. There was never enough positive motivation in my life.

I lost interest in being in the public eye.

I don't say my golf game is bad but if I grew tomatoes they'd come up sliced.

This is taking [photos] from everybody - the entire collective memory of what the Earth looks like - and linking all of that together.

Fill in any figure you want for that boy (Mickey Mantle). Whatever the figure, it's a deal.

Doubt is the enemy of creativeness.

I don't have high expectations anymore. Maybe they've just been beaten out of me.

Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s love Till she’s buried beneath the clay.

It is as impossible for man to demonstrate the existence of God as it would be for even Sherlock Holmes to demonstrate the existence of Arthur Conan Doyle.

The one thing I could do was voices and impersonations and weird characters, and there was really no call for that, except on Saturday Night Live.

That's a miserable and cursed word, to say I had, when what I have is nothing.

I like to pick my own vegetables.