Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

I have a very sedate life. How often do you see me at a bar in Boulder, Peter? You tell me. I like Boulder. We just don't live that way.

Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.

Now is the only thing that exists.

I love Don Williams records. And old Ralph Stanley and Bill Monroe.

There's laws that we must live by, and they're not the laws of man.

I went to college as a theater major. But after about three weeks of that, I changed to the school of fine arts as a painter.