I guess in a way I just feel blessed to be able to make music.

A song is like a saddle: you ride it for a while, and if it's the right kind of song you can sing it for the rest of your life.

Our imagination it is our greatest ally . . . Imagination is a very, very powerful thing. It literally invents the path before you.

The moment of drifting into thought has been so clipped by modern technology. Our lives are filled with distraction with smartphones and all the rest. People are so locked into not being present.

If you don't mark your successes, the day your ship comes in could be just another day at the office, and there's no poetry in that.

Well, everything about singing, I learned from busking. Everything I learned about songwriting, I learned from busking.

I choose to believe that there is good in people and that everything is a lesson. Our place on Earth is to go deeper, to somehow get wiser. To have spirit.

Our imagination just needs space. It's all it needs, that moment where you just sort of stare into the distance where your brain gets to sort of somehow rise up.

I've realized, you know, having turned 40, that rest is just as important as work. In fact, it's equally as important.

Do I create conflicts for myself? Sure I do.

I only ever really take out my guitar when I'm miserable, which isn't necessarily a very good time to do it.

I want to go back to Brazil, get married, have lots of kids, and just be a couch tomato.

I'd heard a lot of Asian people were rooting for me, but I had no idea. I was stunned. They were... impassioned, especially compared to Japan. I couldn't even have anticipated that kind of welcome

Sotomayor's vainglorious lecture bromide about herself as 'a wise Latina' trumping white men is a vulgar embarrassment - a vestige of the bad old days of male-bashing feminism.

True wit is everlasting, like the sun; describing all men, but described by none.

you can never prove God; you can only find Him!

I think it's more comforting to look in the past because you can understand it better, and there are labels for it often.

If all else fails, I could go to a train station and open up my saxophone case and make some bucks. I can do "Mary Had A Little Lamb," I can do "Happy Birthday."

You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule.

A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.