I started my teenage years singing in churches across America, and finally wound up on a big stage.

When I was going to school in, like, '84 to '88, you didn't have cell phones. There was no e-mail, if you can wrap your brain around that.

I spent four years at Manchester City and won three trophies. It was a big wrench to leave.

When you get older, you have to wrestle with what's appropriate behavior a little bit more. Am I not acting too old or too young?

Bagpipes is a woodwind instrument, so you have to warm it up. But in a wrestling dressing room? You've got to be kidding me.

I think I belong to America's last generation of novelists. Novelists will come one by one from now on, not in seeming families, and will perhaps write only one or two novels, and let it go at that.

I have so much going on inside my head in terms of writing, there's such a large space in my life taken up by that. I can't imagine it being taken up by a husband and children and writing, and everything getting its due. I don't believe there is room for all of it. I really don't.

The apple in June is a perfect apple for June. It is the best apple that June can produce. But it is very different from the apple in October, which is a perfected apple.

The Rolling Stones set the bar to where I look to as a band. But I don't envision myself touring in the way they do. My knees won't hold out.

I think there are people who really love the comfort of their small town, and there are people who feel stuck by it.

Is the human race a joke? Was it devised and patched together in a dull time when there was nothing important to do?

Whom God has put asunder, why should man put together?