I've spent my whole life trying to find out who I am, so I could express that through the music.

Songwriting is different from music, although I don't deny now that it would be nice to have a little more background in music theory.

Chelsea Morning is a great Joni Mitchell song and I guess I'm partial to her lyrics because they show me a slightly different perspective on life.

When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.

Songs are life in 80 words or less.

Brooklyn is not the easiest place to grow up in, although I wouldn't change that experience for anything.

Love is still a simple act of faith, and a faithful heart is always worth the wait.

The music is key. It has the power to transport you. I go from being a slightly insecure, shy kind of a person offstage, to this super-confident, motivated, entity onstage.

Performing is the easiest part of what I do, and songwriting is the hardest.

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

Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin', crunchy granola's neat.

Realize that your gift does not belong merely to you

You live your comedic life close to the edge, you're gonna cross the line and offend people.

I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed.

It is impossible to build enduring institutions without solid values. For us, the fundamental value is that associated with democracy.

If you lose yourself to rage in the complexity of battle, you are going to be lost.

Fortunately, when we have all our marbles, we can shift our memories very quickly.

We have to humble ourselves and the way you do that is by serving other people.

You shake a slogan at an American and it's just like showing a hungry dog a bone.

If you are rich, you have lovely cars, and jars full of flowers, and books in rows, and a wireless, and the best sort of gramophone and meringues for supper.

Burma evoked the lost Kenyan soldiers who served in the war. You never hear about them. There were a significant number of casualties, men who never came back home. But they're never commemorated.