Whenever they say it can’t be done, remind them that they make a jellybean that tastes exactly like popcorn.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

I've learned to appreciate everything that has been given to me.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.

May this be the year that things go your way most of the time, and when they don't, may you have great friends to lean on.

I'm not deluded enough to think that everyone who knows my name is a listener. You know, I hope that part of that interest - part of that public interest - has to do with me still making records that people like.

I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.