I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

I'm a big fan of British journalists like 'The Independent”s Robert Fisk, but it's hard to find voices like his in the U.S.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

You can take as much as you can from the generation that has preceded you, but then it's up to you to make something new.

Very often it's really inconvenient - who you fall in love with. You can't really control it.