There's a restless feeling knocking on my door today.

Whenever I've chosen a song because it's clever, it's always turned out to be a mistake.

I don't know if bliss is possible and I've always thought that my best times will be later in life.

I don't look for bliss, just contentment.

You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all straw hats and hay bales and not necessarily the most sophisticated form of music. Yet you can't help responding to its honesty. It's music that finds its way deep into your soul because it's strings vibrating against wood and nothing else.

My parents made us do everything, try everything.

It's not that I have resisted songwriting, it's just not something I felt I have had to do. I've just not woken up and thought, I must do this. But I have often heard music that I have instantly felt 'I have to sing that song'