When I was growing up in L.A. in the late '70s and early '80s, Michael Jackson's was the first face on TV that looked like mine.

Chrissie Hynde is the blueprint for any teenage pop star wannabe looking to have some real cred.

From their '61 Cavern Club debut to their last rooftop concert eight years later, The Beatles gave every serious artist in their wake the songbook and sound for their career. It's the musical trough from which nearly every musician drinks.

I get my clothes from three sources: Target, thrift shops, and friends. It's simple and it's cheap.

Life begets life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.

In the litany of issues that separate the two Americas - one more conservative and one more liberal, increasingly as opposed and intractable and opaque to each other as the Palestinians and Israelis - none is so fierce, precise, inviolable and confounding to the other side as guns.

The older I get, the more I'm surprised with life. Things don't end up the way you think they will.

One day, I made a remark that I might work with people with mental illness, and somebody in the press heard it, and it was in the paper. And the more I thought about it and found out about it, the more I thought it was just a terrible situation with no attention. And I've been working on it ever since.