There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.

Families of privilege and money would have harps in their parlors, and their cultured daughters would learn to play. It's got such a strange history. But that wasn't the context that I learned it in, so the inherent friction between that history and the more humanist folk-y history wasn't in my conscience at all.

If I ever met Dolly Parton for sure, I would just not be able to say anything. I love her.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

I've been unaware of how people react to the instrument. People have ideas of what a harp is supposed to sound like, and a lot of them are negative ideas.

I want to make music that somehow connects to the things that I love in America music.

And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble.