As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

Art is the perpetual motion of illusion. The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do? What else can you do for any one but inspire them?

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

What looks large from a distance, close up ain’t never that big.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.