I like 'em big. And stupid. Don't tell my husband.
I am not in competition with my peers; I am in competition with myself.
If I never sang on a record again I can still look at my walls. They are covered floor to ceiling with gold and platinum records from all over the world.
Drugs, alcohol and ego. They are a bad mix.
Honest, I listen to classical mostly. It keeps my mind fresh to write rock songs.
Peter Baltes was the best bassist I ever played with.
Christmas turns things tail-end foremost. The day and the spirit of Christmas rearrange the world parade. As the world arranges it, usually there come first in importance -- leading the parade with a big blare of a band -- the Big Shots. Frequently they are also the Stuffed Shirts. That's the first of the parade. Then at the tail end, as of little importance, trudge the weary, the poor, the lame, the halt, and the blind. But in the Christmas spirit, the procession is turned around. Those at the tail end are put first in the arrangement of the Child of Christmas.
God takes full responsibility for the life wholly devoted to Him.
Santa Barbara people are conservative-not like in L. A. , where everybody wears rhinestones on their glasses to show that they own an airplane factory.
When nature gave us tears, She gave us leave to weep.