The best thing you've got going for you is individuality.

Every day I'll wear your memory like a favorite shirt upon my back

Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven, will the pubs never close?

I'm glad there are a lot of guitar players pursuing technique as diligently as they possibly can, because it leaves this whole other area open to people like me.

To stand up on a stage alone with an acoustic guitar requires bravery bordering on heroism. Bordering on insanity.

What I wanted to hear didn't exist, so it was necessary for me to go out and create it.

When you stand up acoustic in front of an audience, you really are a man without any clothes on. And that can be fun - it depends how much of an exhibitionist you are, I suppose. I quite enjoy it.

All audiences should be slightly off balance.

Amplifying acoustic instruments more than a little is really cheating, and everything becomes a compromise.

I have to remind myself not to set boundaries.

The thing I do, really, is a communication with audiences more than any achievement through records.

You can live your life angry, bitter, mad at somebody or even guilty, not letting go of your own mistakes, but you won't receive the good things God has in store.

It's really hard when a celebrity dies out of nowhere, 'cause it's very shocking... surreal.

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

Trade a player a year too early rather than a year too late.

I, of course, meditate for two hours every morning. It's part of my schedule; I wake up at 4 a.m. every day and I love it.

The immense majority of human biographies are a gray transit between domestic spasm and oblivion.

I dropped out of Oxford, and now I only speak Russian with the woman who gives me a bikini wax. See what Hollywood does to you?

My daughter is a preschooler but I have only known her for a while. She is adopted.

True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.

We cannot swing up a rope which is attached only to our own belt.