She spoke my name for the first time in a year. She ... sort of came out of the darkness for a few minutes. That's when I really thought there's something to this for the aged (and) infirm.

Dreams sometimes foretell the future.

Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that's what we are.

There's nothing like music to relieve the soul and uplift it.

Everybody had a feeling. It just wasn't there. ..We put it to pasture, righteously as it should be.

The adventure of composition is a mystery. The muse has her ways, she hides from you, comes for you in the middle of the night, at midday, at dawn. You must believe wholeheartedly in this divine power. Its an elusive gift that can appear at any time, anywhere. Artists are in awe of it.