I say if you're not obsessing about something, you might not be into it quite enough.

If I was any happier, you'd think I was on crack.

I celebrate three holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Telluride.

I'll never feel as comfortable singing as I do playing. The mandolin is my real voice. My actual voice is sort of my secondary voice, but I love to do it and I love giving people relief from playing with a little bit of singing.

It was kind of sort of the heavens opened up and I realized that Bach, at least, you know - out of all the classical music - needs to be a big part of my life.

The real question is, do you root for the fox in that song? Or are you horrified that the goose and the duck are being dragged off to their death, which is described in detail?

The purists are small in number but, you know hardy of voice.