Second records aren't usually very good. Even Bob Dylan's was a bit disappointing.

No matter where we come from or where we're going, we've all got memories to contend with, and it's always best not to do this alone!

My father had a varied ear, from Hank Williams to Ravel.

The wonderful thing about Jazz is its willingness to take chances.

My parents were older than normal when they had me, and had been very into the politics of the 1960s, so I was brought up in that atmosphere.

It's great to have other people's help. Then the music gets heard. There's a lot more commercial support for that now.

Once I was in the city, I really enjoyed it. Just to experience things. There was so much new stuff.

It's wonderful to work with someone with mentor status.

I've always loved singing. I find it exhilarating.

I love playing to people and seeing them react.

I had my guitar and some talent so that I could make friends with intelligent people and could talk my way out of difficult situations.

There are two kinds of writing the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don't want to go. You look where you don't want to look.

Be a teacher.Be a healer.Be a giver.Be a winner.

I'm trying to mix the cool, independent stuff with the big stuff, but it's been difficult finding the right roles. It's been an interesting ride as far as my career pendulum is concerned.

It is better to lose everything you have to keep the balance of justice level, than to live a life of petty privilege devoid of true freedom.

Modesty and dew love the shade.

To my mind, Guernica is the most important online intellectual and literary journal in America today.

If the loss of your fortune gains Christ for you, it will be a beautiful loss.

Every religion, every mythology is true in this sense: It is true as metaphorical of the human and cosmic mystery.

I liked my father a lot, but I didn't see him very often because my mother was bitter about him. He remarried, and I used to have to sneak off to see him.

Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.