And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.