I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named

You Dont Know What You Got Till Its Gone

I Wish I Had A River I Could Skate Away On?

The Thing That Started Me Painting Originally Was Seeing Bambi When I Was About Nine. I Was Incredibly Disturbed By The Forest Fire That Killed Bambi's Mother, And That Distress Gave Me The Impulse To Create Something, As A Way Of Dealing With It.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

Love Is A Very Hard Feeling To Keep Alive. It's A Very Fragile Plant.