I can go from one extreme to another, from playing at the Sydney Opera House on the Songbook tour to shows with Soundgarden at Voodoo Fest, all in a week.

And if you don't believe the sun will rise, stand alone and greet the coming night in the last remaining light.

The words you say never live up to the words in your head.

Be yourself is all that you can do.

I'm not a lyric writer to make statements. What I enjoy doing is making paintings with lyrics, creating colorful images. I think that's more what entertainment and music should be.

And I'm lost behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by

People don't realize how much fun it is to be depressed.

There's something about losing friends, particularly young people, where it's not something that you get over. I don't believe there's a healing process.

She gives the night its dreams.

What do you think Jesus would twitter, 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone' or 'Has anyone seen Judas? He was here a minute ago.'

Everybody is influenced by someone.

She Had a Wish, To Leave This Old Town, and See the World Out there

The boys he met at Annandale only understood one kind of woman. They needed to be coddled and cooed over as their own mothers had done their whole lives.

If there is a credo in practical medicine, it is that the important thing is to be sensible.

Industry executives sacrificed art for what sells and mega-stars now saturate the market with the same tired lyrics.

In what we think of as bad dialogue, the characters talk directly to each other.

When I graduated from the University of Pennsylvania I had a baby in one arm, a diploma in the other and I didn't know where I was going in life.

We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of continued happiness?

We need to teach our children how to debate the major life issues. Debate strengthens their beliefs and enables them to defend themselves against ideologies that are going to come their way.

Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.