I've always had a fondness for language... English. Not that I use it correctly but I like words. I like books and I like poetry.. I like the written word... and the sung word.

The only thing worse than growing up is never quite learning how

I hope people leave my show thinking they've had a worthwhile couple of hours. The worst thing you want is for people to think they've wasted their time or didn't get their money's worth.

I love playing and I like traveling. I really do like playing in Canada, its not to diminish anywhere else because touring internationally can be cool.

We still need to have one beautiful lady standing there.

My dad brings a deep-seated knowledge of the British folk genre, and a lot of my love for guitar playing comes from learning from him and his influences, which eventually became my influences.

I might be a teacher or something like that. I really like young people. I always think about the teachers I had that did a good job. I would maybe have the same aspirations.

That memory of making the record is a huge part of the record itself.

Great art is a regional thing. I'm not saying my art is great. I recognize what I think is great about music is often on a regional level.

I like New Orleans music, I like Memphis music and I like the way that the sound like those places. I like how there are stars and there are people in those cities that are revered in the community.

When I'm recording a song, I wake up and I'm thinking about it. I go to sleep and I'm thinking about it.

All of them are gone except for me

The rivalry ends here, " Percy said. "I love you, Wise Girl.

I allow myself to get firmly sucked in. I love that! I come from that.

What a strange development of patriotism that turns a thinking being into a loyal machine!

They are the new breed of slot machine-colorful, fancy, exciting, wonderful...and deadly.

The confusing of marriage with morality has done more to destroy the conscience of the human race than any other single error.

Even if you start your laundry before 8 AM on Saturday, you will not finish folding it until after midnight on Sunday.

Percy climbed the first step, then the next, remembering the thousands of times she'd run through the door, in a hurry to get to the future, to whatever was coming next, to this moment.

Matters of fact, which as Mr Budgell somewhere observes, are very stubborn things.

Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.