The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

Let go into the mystery Let yourself go You've got to open up your heart That's all I know Trust what I say and do what you're told Baby, and all your dirt will turn Into gold.

Men do not shape destiny. Destiny produces the man for the hour.

Increasingly unable to create for itself a relevant body of myth, the modern imagination will ransack the treasure house of the classic.

Attack those concepts such as 'third world.' Think about it. If we look at it in terms of numbers, then people of color are the majority in this world. We should be the 'first world.'

As a pastor our main ministry is exhortation.

We must substitute courage for caution.

So many things I'm not, and so few things I am.

I make music with no boundaries.

I began writing as an experimental writer.

My instrument is the studio. When I play my instrument, I'm creating music using the studio. All the other instruments serve it.

"Chaunt in his ear delusions magical, That he may fight the horses of the sea." The Druids took them to their mystery, And chaunted for three days.