...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants

Storytelling is the distinctly human implement designed to synthesize our purposeful interaction with reality.

Good comedy helps people know they're not alone. Great comedy provides an answer.

I'm always trying to tackle subjects that tax me and make me think. That's the key to staying young at heart. The brain has to be exercised the same as the rest of the body.

Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.

Everybody has a line. It doesn't matter how you're dressed onstage or what you say in your songs, that doesn't give anybody the right to invade your personal space.

The day is divided into two important sections: Mealtimes and everything else.

And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.

I like Alexander McQueen's work a lot: he's always pushing boundaries, and he's rough around the edges.

I play Irish popular music, yeah? Calling it folk is like putting it in a box. It's a living tradition, you know?