My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

God got the power, man has got his vanity. Man gotta choose before God can set him free.

Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn't be comfortable with it any other way. A folk song has over a thousand faces and you must meet them all if you want to play this stuff. A folk song might vary in meaning and it might not appear the same from one moment to the next. It depends on who's playing and who's listening.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.