“Good friends are like good poetry – hard to find and good for the soul.”

When we met, I knew I had loved you for many lifetimes.

It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.

Listen to your body – she never lies.

Open your eyes – love is everywhere.

The fog hides what’s right in front of us – love does that too.

Let go of the hands that don’t want to hold yours.

The power that created all the stars in the universe is also in you.

Things aren’t always as they seem – Jesus had to die to rise from the grave.

A broken heart that chooses love one more time. – strength.

Dance is the body’s poetry.

We are all tourists of earth.

Poetry is the art of truth.

Always choose people that choose you.

Good friends are more valuable than silver or gold.

There is no compassion for those who lack compassion.

The tree of life in rooted in love.

One enemy can do more hurt than ten friends can do good.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

And the process of reading is such a private one. I once came into a room where a friend of mine was reading one of my books, and he clicked his tongue impatiently and shooed me off.

My friends they were dancing here in the streets of Huntsville when our first satellite orbited the Earth. They were dancing again when the first Americans landed on the Moon. I’d like to ask you, don’t hang up your dancing slippers.

My friends and I took songwriting very, very seriously. My hero was and still is Bob Dylan, but also people like Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell and that whole generation.

Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.

Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.

We don’t make friends anymore, we add them nowadays.