The writing is all done, so it's all about verbalizing everything from point A to point B, and certainly there's a bit of politics involved, so it's a different thing.

When I work alone, my process is like painting. With Fleetwood Mac, it's more like movie making.

I also learned to be more confident, to trust my instincts more.

If you're any good at all, you know you can be better.

I'm also married for the first time, and I have two kids. So there's some kind of good karma right now.

Confounding people's expectations was a way to maintain integrity.

I lost my power in the world because I did not use it.

Ironically, that was quite a bit of the appeal of Rumours. It's equally interesting on a musical level and as a soap opera.

I didn't take lessons, and I don't know my scales.

When I work alone, it can be like dabbling with a canvas. Maybe you paint over bits, and it starts to form its own life and lead you off in a direction. It becomes an intuitive, subconscious process.

This time, there were no drugs involved. The hours were completely normal daytime hours. I think we were able to appreciate the interplay, where before we had taken it for granted.

In some neighborhoods, faces mature faster than bodies.

Where does one go in a tremendous city like Calcutta to find insider information? I recalled India's golden rule: do the opposite of what would be normal anywhere else.

The character of God is an unchanging Northstar five which to find our way through a world of moral complexity.

In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.

I am not "cured"--I know I never will be. I will always crave that pain to keep me centered. I will always be just a little astounded when I get through a crisis without putting a blade to my flesh.

It's important for us to latch onto the people that we love.

Pain, thou art not an evil

I'm glad that Christian parents let their children worship the devil at least one night out of the year.

Had but my deeds been like my words, ah, then I had been numbered too with holy men.

[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.