All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available but not to live with.

My free time at home is usually spent emailing listening to music reading and talking on the phone. I wish I was on the phone less but I have been fortunate to stay in touch with so many incredible friends.

I'm just like so many women - I was frustrated I had these white pants that I had spent a lot of money on and you get home and you think 'What am I really supposed to wear under this?' So it was a frustrated consumer moment.

I had known Cole Porter in Hollywood and New York spent many a warm hour at his home and met the talented and original people who were drawn to him.

I've spent lots of time in London I studied in London I like London. It's just not my home.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

I came home every Friday afternoon riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon.

My mother whom I love dearly has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce step-children dysfunction and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

A day spent praising the earth and lamenting man's pollutionist history makes you feel like a superior sensitive soul.

Even in high school I was very interested in history - why people do the things they do. As a kid I spent a lot of time trying to relate the past to the present.