“Losing love is like a window in your heart.”

Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.

So I’ll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

Who am I to blow against the wind?

When I was 15, I made a solo record. It made Artie very unhappy. He looked upon it as something of a betrayal.

These are the days of miracle and wonder.

I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I’m through.

Cecilia was made in a living room on a Sony. It was like a little piece of magical fluff, bur it works. El Condor Pasa a Los Incas record that I love. Bridge is a very strong melodic song.

And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost.

A songwriter’s supreme challenge is being complex and simple at the same time.

Faith is an island in the setting sun, But proof is the bottom line for everyone.

My whole artistic life has always been about change, change, change, move on, move on. It’s the only thing I find interesting.

The thought that life could be better is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains.

I feel I should try to reveal. When you hit it right, you produce an emotional response in the listener that can be cathartic. When you’re wrong, you’re soppy, sentimental.

I don’t feel any pressure from fans. But I’m always in some kind of state of emotional turmoil. I would not describe myself as happy-go-lucky. That’s not to say that I’m not happy.

When I first heard Elvis perform “Bridge Over Trouble Water” it was unbelivable,and I thought to myself, how the hell can I compete with that?

I’m always going forward toward something, and that something is usually an album, because I like to record. I probably like to record more than I like to write.

No broken hearts, no broken necks.

Her smile can cure every heartache and pull a man out of depression – or atleast it did with me.

I’m not broken, I am just reshaping into something better, brighter, bolder.

I am so much more than another broken heart.

You are a heartbreak I’m willing to go through.

We don’t live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.

The heartbrokenness of the sinner is better than the forcefulness of the obedient

Your hands don’t feel like home anymore and it’s breaking my heart.