“Where have you been hanging out lately honey? You can’t dress trashy ’til you spend a lot of money.”

There was only really one accident that was kinda bad but it was nothing to do with booze, just bad luck…

There was an edge of, ‘Go away kid, you’re bothering me’. I’ve kicked myself a million times since. I could’ve discovered Whitney Houston.

I see the winos talking to themselves and I can understand.

Slow down you’re doing fine You can’t be everything you want to be Before your time Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight Too bad but it’s the life you lead

We never could have come this far I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times I’ll take you just the way you are Don’t go trying some new fashion Don’t change the color of your hair. […] I could not love you any better I love you just the way you are.

I compare songwriting to childbirth. How many kids can you have before your uterus explodes?

I didn’t have this rebellious streak in me. To me, I’m a product of circumstance.

Spiritual life is like living water that springs up from the very depths of our own spiritual experience. In spiritual life everyone has to drink from his or her own well.

After staring at origami directions long enough, you sort of become one with them and start understanding them from the inside.

Do what you love, and you’ll always love what you do

You’re so ahead of yourself That you forfeit what you need Though you can see when you’re wrong

I’m writing for the sake of writing music. Whether it gets heard or not isn’t an issue for me. It keeps my own juices going and my mind active.

Don’t make music for some vast, unseen audience or market or ratings share or even for something as tangible as money.

I’m in a New York state of mind

Usually when I’m writing, I try to write fairly quickly. If a song sits around too long, it starts to take on a stink.

You’ve given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you.

Manuka honey is magic.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

If true love was the purest honey you were just an artificial sweetener.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Honey its time to move on. You deserve to be loved too.

Tigers don’t like honey.