I’ve sworn never to read any reviews ever again except those that are pointed out to me as nice ones. I would say that most of us who are considered in the artist realm just take it so terribly, and, you know, it can kill ya!
From the first time I saw a picture of him, James Taylor was it — the ultimate Orpheus of all my fantasies.
I sought some kind of freedom in music, in the promise of transcendence and the idea that the purity and the innocence of a mythical god could somehow deliver me from darkness.
Actually, I think the more Ben [Taylor] sings, the less like James he sounds.
Music gave me the energy to revise, revive myself; renew, rebirth myself. It was a palliative, a relief.
Fear came in so much in my life that it did everything but completely stop me.
I think when you get married, it’s not a totally free ride – it’s not without its unglamorous periods and its fights and its angry noons and silent dawns or vice-versa.
When I was a little girl, I so wanted to be sociable, but I was scared that I wasn’t going to be able to speak a sentence because I had such a bad stammer.
There are a few things that were just sheer, unadulterated joy, like the birth of my children.
Music brought me closer to the idea of God.
I never identified with the feminist movement in a strong way. I just kind of lived it. I didn’t politicize it. I didn’t follow any written rules to what it meant to be a feminist. I had my own sense of what was right and wrong.
I always live in some kind of anticipation of something good happening.
I have simply found a way of loving through whatever absences or dejections have fallen like tree branches in my path.
As a child I used to read Gone with the Wind over and over again. I wanted to be Scarlett O’Hara. I never wanted to believe that it was possible that there could be infidelity. I never wanted to be believe that it was even possible for a man to look another way, even for a moment. My bubble of monogamy was pierced in a harsh way.
There was a lot of charm in just living in a big family compound of a house. My two uncles, who were into jazz, lived in the basement, and one of them, Uncle Peter, taught me my first songs on the ukulele.
You usually can’t tell what’s inspiring until you look back on it.
I’m constantly reemerging in my life.
There ain’t no freedom when you’ve got a worrying mind.
[Ben Taylor] He is an interesting combination of the two of us. His voice box is more like mine but the way his tongue sits in his mouth, and the way he pronounces words, is just like James Taylor.
When I’m feeling anxious or depressed, I do find it helps to reach for a pen and paper. There is something about writing things down, that hand-eye combination, that makes me feel calmer.
I grew up not understanding what was true and what was not true. It gave me a sense of unreality.
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