A lot of things come together to make up a song. It's just images.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else.Thank you, Confucious.

If a fellow isn't thankful for what he's got, he isn't likely to be thankful for what he's going to get.

It will be thought that I am acting strangely in concerning myself at this day with what appears at first sight and simply a well-known method of fortune-telling.

Anyway, there's something wrong with everybody and it's up to you to know what you can handle.

Persecution is as necessary to religion as pruning to an orchard.

I go home by noon, and I'm in bed by 6 p.m. I get up at 1 and do it again.

Innovations seem inevitable in retrospect, but at the time it's an uphill battle.

I'll admit I said something I shouldn't have said.

I learn through listening and watching other performers that are very good, like Denise Chávez, Dorothy Allison.

I need the protection of seeming weak.