The reality is that the Lord never calls the qualified; He qualifies the called.
I grew up in Los Angeles in a Quaker family, and for me being Quaker was a political calling rather than a religious one.
Sometimes I'm more true when I'm up onstage than I'm able to be in my regular life. It's not as exciting to be at home, but I've got to learn how to make that work, and then I will be an ordinary woman.
Playing guitar was one of my childhood hobbies, and I had played a little at school and at camp. My parents would drag me out to perform for my family, like all parents do, but it was a hobby - nothing more.
I'll close my eyes, so I won't see, all of the love that you don't feel for me.
Those of us who grew up in the '50s and '60s, we had the dream that this could be turned around, and the earth could be back in balance, and that we could level the playing field with men and women and pay, and you know, minority groups having equal opportunity. We just magically thought this was all going to happen: we were going to have clean food, and organic this, and conscious that, and it just didn't happen.
I've watched my peers get better with age and hoped that would happen with me.
To call me in, I'm thinking I don't own a suit, a ring, a watch, a cellphone. I'm dragging up out of the woods here. You boys must be hard up these days.
We're all about trying to play better every night, not just singing hit songs. . . we ad lib, and every night there's jamming. . it's almost like the Grateful Dead meets Buck Owens some nights, because we'll go off on little adventures and sometimes we do crash the bus!.
Do you know what I am going to tell you, he said with his wry mouth, a pint of plain is your only man. Notwithstanding this eulogy, I soon found that the mass of plain porter bears an unsatisfactory relation to its toxic content and I subsequently became addicted to brown stout in bottle, a drink which still remains the one that I prefer the most despite the painful and blinding fits of vomiting which a plurality of bottles has often induced in me.
The morning, which is like a farewell that approaches slowly from far away, while smiling. . . We are the sunshine in the night sky. It's as if the Night is sleepwalking. Slowly, we'll be forgotten.