I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.

That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.

It's amazing, the amount of detail and thought that goes into just an average day. Between the things you see on the news, or on the subway, or whatever, it all gets in there. You sort of shut most of it out, but it all goes in.

Wonder in everything No matter how great or small... Same thing that's scrawled across the stars Is written under our skin... There's a time to search for understanding Sometimes you just got to sing New horizons, new horizon within