Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream - they go together.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

I grew up in Oxnard, CA, and I went to a church called St. Paul, where I was playing drums. My mom had a strawberry company. The whole town of Oxnard is basically built on produce, and more particularly, strawberries.

My gardening apprenticeship was similar to the way a chimney sweep is pushed up a chimney. It was enforced by my parents, non-negotiable - it would be weeding the strawberries, mowing the grass.

My family lived off the land and summer evening meals featured baked stuffed tomatoes, potato salad, corn on the cob, fresh shelled peas and homemade ice cream with strawberries from our garden. With no air conditioning in those days, the cool porch was the center of our universe after the scorching days.

Who doesn't love strawberries? My family certainly does.

Right now I just want to chill for a while. Take a hiatus from all the craziness. To clean my house, see my family. Just see some movies and pick some strawberries.

I love surprises - champagne and strawberries all that pampering romantic stuff. Guys ought to know how to pamper their women properly.

Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream - they go together.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

I recycle. I have a house in the south of France and I have a small garden. My name is Dujardin - 'from the garden.' I grow carrots peppers strawberries green beans and things for salads but there are lots of wild boars all around and they steal the food.