We chose it's name [Give the People What They Want] a while ago, long before the cancer. But I can't think of a more fitting title.

Singing is my life. And when I can do that, that's when I'm free. That's when I'm at my happiest, I'm at my most.

I'm not going to sing something if it doesn't make sense to me, or if it makes me look like I'm begging someone or I'm weak, because that's not me.

I'm singing, you know, because I'm happy and I'm free.

Some people can sit down and write a song, but they can't go on stage like I can.

Play with me and you play with fire.

I'm going to keep on keeping on as long as I've got my health and strength, and God gives me that will to do it.

God's eye is on a sparrow. And I know - oh, yes, I know he watches over me...

Music is my happiness, my joy, and when my body wasn't right I couldn't get into my music without being healed, without being healthy.

When I'm on tour, I don't see these spots as much as I'd like. I'm just in, I perform, then I'm out. I hope to spend years sightseeing, then more years after that.

I miss my hair, but I feel like going out there with some fake braids wouldn't be right. I want to be the most genuine performer I can be.

God prefers rightousness over peace.

Being the Novelist-in-Residence at a riad hotel in the kasbah of an Arabic North African city is a lot like trying to write one’s memoirs on shreds of napkins in a nuthouse.

We're going to have to work. We're going to have to play well. Nothing will be given to us.

We can't all be Washingtons, but we can all be patriots.

My Dublin wasn't the Dublin of sing-songs, traditional music, sense of history and place and community.

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

Affliction is a school of virtue; it corrects levity, and interrupts the confidence of sinning.

This is absolutely correct and forms part of the larger concept that top-down causation is a key factor not just in the way the brain works but in broader contexts in biology and even physics.

Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.