When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is saidIt was the dream itself enchanted me("The Circus Animal's Desertion")

O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I love being a very personal singer-songwriter, but I also like being a scientist or explorer.

Trust your actors. That's why I work with the same actors time and time again. I encourage them to change the dialogue to achieve one thing: keep the characters honest.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

But I see history as a book with many pages--and each day we fill a page with acts of hopefulness and meaning.

Most smoked salts are made with liquid smoke, which is a condensate, but really, really good smoked salt is literally smoked.

Today the most outlaw thing you can possibly do in Nashville, Tennessee, is play country music.

Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.

Of all the noises known to man, opera is the most expensive.

All pictures painted inside in the studio will never be as good as the things done outside.

I'm not a very confessional artist, you know. I don't ever reveal what I'm feeling in my work, or what I think about the President. I use nature. I use found images.