Worldly things were of little meaning. She lived for hamburgers, ice cream, pencil and paper.

Every town needs a place to gather. We hope that this is just the beginning in terms of what the park has to offer.

When she would write a song, she would call me and say, 'Do you want to hear something? What do you think?

With all the awards she was given, she never put one on the wall. They're all under the bed. She said that she didn't need that; she knew what she'd done.

The both of them, they released the best of the best.

She was always writing, tending to business, up until the last few months.