When love is unkind, it is not love anymore.

Songwriting is different from music, although I don't deny now that it would be nice to have a little more background in music theory.

Chelsea Morning is a great Joni Mitchell song and I guess I'm partial to her lyrics because they show me a slightly different perspective on life.

When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.

Songs are life in 80 words or less.

Brooklyn is not the easiest place to grow up in, although I wouldn't change that experience for anything.

Love is still a simple act of faith, and a faithful heart is always worth the wait.

The music is key. It has the power to transport you. I go from being a slightly insecure, shy kind of a person offstage, to this super-confident, motivated, entity onstage.

Performing is the easiest part of what I do, and songwriting is the hardest.

Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.

Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin', crunchy granola's neat.

Focus on what you are and what you can rather than what others aren't & can't. You have to win

Enjoy how sweet how thoughtful how kind I'm being on your birthday. Because tomorrow it's back to the same old crap.

There's nothing that cleanses your soul like getting the hell kicked out of you.

The method of the critic is to balance praises with censure, and thus to do justice to the subject and--his own discrimination.

I like to think that it isn't weakness or evasion, but a final act of kindness, a stand against oblivion and despair.

You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.

God gives us things to share, God doesn't give us things to hold.

Marshall McLuhan prediction was some kind of electronic communication technology would emerge to instantaneously connect the world so much so that the whole globe would be like a village.

I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.