My rocking out didn't make me particularly popular with the boys or girls. It wasn't cute or feminine. I was more of a...weirdo.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a spy detective or a rock star.

I wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep.

Music teachers can either inspire or make you resent your instrument and parents in early years.

As a musician, I have always refrained from criticizing another artist.

I think Im different from a lot of singer-songwriters because some of my favorite singer-songwriters told stories. Like John Prine.

I would go to heaven, if I believed in heaven.

And we laughed, at the world. They can have their diamonds, And we'll have our pearls

I have never made a cent off a record in my life. I have never recouped enough, and I never sold enough.

My mom wore the pants in the family, for sure. I always say, that I spent my childhood trying to get the love and attention of my mom, and now I can't get rid of it.

I don't have a Madonna-sized fan base, so I can actually e-mail and talk to everyone that e-mails me, because I am totally appreciative and I like my fans!

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not towisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

Poetry doesn’t pay. But I need it. And so do you.

Isabel’s indelible absence is now an organ in our bodies whose sole function is a continuous secretion of sorrow.

There is at least one truth to every myth.

I can be such a people pleaser, and so worried about what people are thinking or feeling insecure.

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it.

I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available.

Great actions speak great minds.

When we hurt, God doesn't always give us lots of words; he gives us the Word; the Word made flesh who is intimately acquainted with our grief and suffering. That's what helps the most.

The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.