The smile on your face lets me know that you need me, there's a truth in your heart that says you'll never leave me, and the touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall.

I think that people respond to honesty in music, so I only choose songs that are the truth for me.

That's what I love. Not being interrupted, sitting in a car by myself and listening to music in the rain. There are so many great songs yet to sing

The grand old lady of bluegrass? Well, wouldn't that be a wonderful title to have? I hope I do enough to earn it some day

If you don't know what makes green, you're going to try every color combination.

Lyrics are kind of the whole thing; it's the message. Something might have a beautiful melody but if it's not the truth coming out of your mouth, it's not appealing

I don't look for bliss, just contentment.

Growing up I used to love bands like Free and ELO and the Rolling Stones. When Robert Plant got in touch it made perfect sense to me.

I'm much better at fixing or changing a melody to suit me than I would a lyric. But for me, everything is lyric. It has to be true for me to say it.

Whenever I've chosen a song because it's clever, it's always turned out to be a mistake.

My parents made us do everything, try everything.

A friend is a stranger that you have come to know better.

Souls are more important than stories, yes. But stories are a window to the soul. Without stories, the soul suffocates.

Many track and field people know that if I stay relaxed and run my race like I'm supposed to, I will be the winner at the Olympic Games.

You get to a certain point, especially if you're a comedian, where people think certain things. It's like, I don't take the time to explain it to people, it's just part of what I do.

I had my share of critics, and I wash my hands of the whole lot.

There are no boring subjects, only disinterested minds.

According as the man is, so must you humour him.

...the facility at Guantanamo Bay is necessary to national security.

My secrets are petty but humiliating.

Before falling to the scythe the weeds enjoy a little breeze.