Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.

I feel I've got 10 books in me.

Outside major darkness where the circle is complete there's no fear that lovers born will ever fail to meet

Without love in a dream it will never come true