I have never been comfortable being the front man.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

Consider the Lichen. Lichens are just about the hardiest visible organisms on Earth, but the least ambitious.

True love is when you relish the orange she eats.

The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.

Even though he'd been born into a country unshackling itself from its colonial masters, even though he'd lived through nearly twenty years of freedom, nothing much changed for you when you were poor.

Pickpocket is a sink-or-swim profession, not something that can be taught in the comfort of your living room.

As things get worse, poetry gets better because it becomes more necessary.

My favorite thing about New York is the people, because I think they’re misunderstood. I don’t think people realize how kind New York people are.

Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow... even if that someone is yourself!

I live in terror of not being misunderstood.

Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me.