The foundation of my beliefs is the same as it was when I was 10. Non-violence.

If you're gonna sing meaningful songs, you have to be committed to living a life that backs that up.

If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?

It sounds corny, but it's absolutely true: A song chooses me. I don't go looking for a certain kind of lyric. It kind of develops its own little arc and I'll just see what happens.

Somebody else does the rigor and then I listen. I have an assistant, and my manager, and other people who hunt and find and send it to me, and then I just figure out which ones I can do justice to.

Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow. You special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.