Teach your children well...and feed them on your dreams...Don't ever ask them why. If they told you you would cry. So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

Teach your children well, so they don't live in off-campus group houses and throw loud parties while I'm trying to sleep.

Let me in, immigration man, can I cross the line and pray, I can stay another day? Won't you let me in, immigration man? I won't toe your line today, I can't see it anyway.

I mean, there's times to rock and roll, and I love that too. But I think my first love is acoustic music.

After six or seven performances of any song, you begin to perform it rather than feel it.

This digital world is completely fascinating to me.

I only do solo albums when songs are screaming at me to be let out of my mind.