It's impossible to make a record when you're ill because it affects how you listen to things. You can't make decisions. It all sounds terrible.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me, there's a truth in your heart that says you'll never leave me, and the touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall.

I think that people respond to honesty in music, so I only choose songs that are the truth for me.

That's what I love. Not being interrupted, sitting in a car by myself and listening to music in the rain. There are so many great songs yet to sing

The grand old lady of bluegrass? Well, wouldn't that be a wonderful title to have? I hope I do enough to earn it some day

If you don't know what makes green, you're going to try every color combination.

Lyrics are kind of the whole thing; it's the message. Something might have a beautiful melody but if it's not the truth coming out of your mouth, it's not appealing

I don't look for bliss, just contentment.

Growing up I used to love bands like Free and ELO and the Rolling Stones. When Robert Plant got in touch it made perfect sense to me.

I'm much better at fixing or changing a melody to suit me than I would a lyric. But for me, everything is lyric. It has to be true for me to say it.

Whenever I've chosen a song because it's clever, it's always turned out to be a mistake.

She probably fell asleep and was washed away by the tortoise waves!”-Arista

Two things I ask of my God today. That my faith be hoisted high like a kite up in the sky and my fear be buried deeply like a carcass into the soil.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

I want to show that the dividing lines between sanity and mental illness have been drawn in the wrong place.

When a hunter is in a tree stand with high moral values and with the proper hunting ethics and richer for the experience, that hunter is 20 feet closer to God.

Red squirrels... you don't see many of them since they became extinct.

The history of harmony is the history of the development of the human ear, which has gradually assimilated, in their natural order, the successive intervals of the harmonic series.

I wear my heart on my sleeve and live my life as openly and honestly as I can.

A library is also a place where love begins.

It is a most certain truth, that the richer we see ourselves to be, confessing at the same time our poverty, the greater will be our progress, and the more real our humility.