“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

I don’t think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there’s some kind of change.

Creativity has a lot to do with the main idea. Inspiration is what comes when you are dealing with the idea. But inspiration won’t invite what’s not there to begin with.

You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.

All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

I don’t think I’m tangible to myself.

An artist has got to be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he’s AT somewhere. You always have to realize that you’re constantly in a state of becoming. And, as long as you can stay in that realm you’ll sort of be alright.

Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn’t work.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.

My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.

You can’t be wise and in love at the same time.

I kinda live where I find myself.

I started writing songs after I heard Hank Williams.

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more.

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

With empty hand no man can lure a hawk.

With empty hands men may no hauks lure.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist – all he must learn are the two words “supply” and “demand.”

If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other and different desires. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.