“I’ve closed my heart down, so many seasons. I didn’t want to hurt again, I didn’t want to try, so I turned myself to ice and stone, said I don’t need anyone, and nobody else would ever make me cry.”

I’d rather write great songs because the word “commercial” is so subjective

I’ll try to be careful, but I know I’m not immune, cause I just can’t imagine how I’d ever come to harm with this feeling that I’m feeling as I’m drowning in your arms.

And often, I sort of get into a state, a creative state that is, where I’m just feeling around melodically, and playing things off the top of my head.

Only the ones who believe ever see what they dream, ever dream what comes true.

Then I go back and listen to it and for the first time, hear what I just did. It’s like Elvis has left the building while the thing is happening.

Solid stone is just sand and water…Sand and water and a million years gone by.