When I go on the road now, which is less than before, but still more than I'd like to, I think of myself primarily as a singer. Not a songwriter, not a celebrity, just a man who likes to sing.

Each thread of life that you leave, will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs.

I was always just into my music and maybe into trying to save the world a little bit. I never really thought I'd have a hit record or anything like that. I was prepared to travel around all over the country, kind of like a Johnny Appleseed, and sing.

Something touched me deep inside The day the music died.

Every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living. In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline of smoldering cities so gray and so vulgar, as not to be satisfied with their own negativity, but needing to touch all the living as well.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.