People can text with two hands and are so fast and I am not... I just have that one person I want to talk to.

There are no musically untalented people.

The most unique thing about music making is sharing.

If an artist tells you "this is an oak tree," then it better be an oak tree. It's how you proclaim things; if you say "the silence is the music," then it's the music.

Musical talent is maybe something, but there are no unmusical people. You're moved by music. It's total rubbish to say, "Oh, I'm unmusical." It doesn't exist; it's ridiculous.

You never know what you're going to share. I can play, I know what is written - the marks, the things the composer tells me to do - and I do it, but it will still sound different each day.

I'm not good at texting because I'm an older generation, old school. And nobody ever listens to the answering machine anymore. It's terrible.

I'm much better at saying something on the answering machine than texting.

I have one guy that I really have to talk to once a day, and if I don't talk to him once a day, I really feel like something is not completed. This is, like, an attraction story.

I think after music is performance because it is also an immaterial form of art, and then there's everything else.

I always talk about the hierarchy of art, and I always put music on the top of everything, because it's so immaterial.

I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you

... habit starts at the second crime. At the first one, something is ending.

I've run for statewide office plenty of times, and people know me.

Only two things ever stop the government from doing anything: money and politics

To read is to voyage through time.

Nature does not care that you are comfortable, only that you evolve.

You don't run for public office unless you have a specific vision. You are driven by ideas and a vision.

No one should therefore fear that he cannot accomplish what others have accomplished, for, men are born, live, and die in quite the same way they always have.

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

Every regret, every mournful thought, takes so much out of your life. It is force used to pile on more misery.