“Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.”

Music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.

I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.

If you’ll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.

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.

Posterity – you will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve your freedom. I hope you will make good use of it.

Self-preservation is the primary and only foundation of virtue.

Humor was another of the soul’s weapons in the fight for self-preservation.

The way to build long-term returns is through preservation of capital and home runs.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.

If people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.

Wildness is the preservation of the World.