We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes; I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again

I compare songwriting to childbirth. How many kids can you have before your uterus explodes?

And the only people I fear are those who never have doubts... Save us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they're for.

The piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doing here?

You've given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you.

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?