“What started as a whisper Slowly turned into a scream Searching for an answer Where the question is unseen I don’t know where you came from And I don’t know where you’ve gone Old friends become old strangers Between the darkness and the dawn”

With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?

You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

The good news is at this point as I get older, the load has gotten heavier but my shoulders have gotten wider because I’ve gotten happier so it’s a damn good thing.

When you hear Doc Watson singing Amazing Grace, something else enters the room.

Now that you’ve grown up, You can finally learn to be a child, We made it to the end of the world, But we’ll never make it out alive…

You’re definitely a different person at different stages in your life.

The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name.

Try it first And you’ll see its a blessing And it’s not a curse

I really feel like the sky is the limit with the Innocent Criminals today.

Distance is temporary, but our love is permanent. This may be the last time I see you, but if you keep me in your heart, together we shall be eternal; if you believe, we shall never part.

That happens every time I get behind a guitar, regardless of what I’m saying, ’cause music is freedom and being free is the closest I’ve ever felt to being spiritual.

We’ve all got stardust in our bones.

If I’m inspired and music inspires me, then I will continue to play it.

I write songs and I sing them from the deepest part of my existence and I hope they connect with the deepest part of yours.

When you have everything, you have everything to lose.

But I would never insult the people that love this music and I would never insult the blessing of music in my life and I would never insult myself by playing uninspired music.

I was always amazed at how beautiful the light was. At different times of the day the landscape becomes a different place. Dawn and dusk, it’s a different place.

The dawn of knowledge is usually the false dawn.

Why is it that the finish line always tends to appear just after the point at which we most want to give up? is it the universe’s way of reserving the best for those who can give the most? What I do know, from nature, is that the dawn only appears after the darkest hour.

The single sculler, alone on the river at dawn, or spotlighted in his lane during a race, is th emost romantic, the most quixotic figure in all rowing.

Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.

Dawn came on us like a betrayer; it seemed as though the new sun rose as an ally of our enemies to assist in our destruction.

The past is the beginning of the beginning and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.