It’s true—there are only, like, two songs about rainbows, including that one. He should be asking why there are so few songs about rainbows.

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

...Seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

As a songwriter, I'm not necessarily writing about myself or my life.

Performing of any kind: singing, acting, dancing. I also get really excited during interviews.

The Lord's truth is not altered by fads, trends or public opinion.

Most of the big money people don't know what would interest an audience if you did it. They only know what interested the audience last time.

Imagination is the voice of the daring.

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?