Every personal experience of my life impacts my music.
I listen to the Beatles all the time - in my car, at the gym. The Beatles are still part of my life. And because of that, John Lennon - in life and in death - remains part of my life.
Success and failure. We think of them as opposites, but they're really not. They're companions - the hero and the sidekick.
Why are we inspired by another person's courage? Maybe because it gives us the sweet and genuine surprise of discovering some trace, at least, of the same courage in ourselves.
I never intended to be a journalist. Frankly, I don't think I ever was a journalist. I backed into it.
I've never written a hard journalism piece in my life. I've never wanted to do that.
When it became clear that Lennon was not going to speak with me, it really became a how-I-didn't-get-the-story story. It was a caper.
By the time I am Howard's age I hope to be long retired. I don't plan on working that long.
Have I yet to learn that the hardest and best-borne trials are those which are never chronicled in any earthly record, and are suffered every day!
Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.
A soul that is nurtured by hatred toward man can not be at peace with God, Who has said: If you forgive not men their sins, neither shall your Father forgive your sins (Matt. 6:15). If a man does not want to be reconciled, you must at least guard yourself from hating, praying with a pure heart for him, and speaking no evil of him.