My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it.

I still believe in the power of the word, that words inspire.

Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, constantly in the darkness, Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

I see the entire world as Eden, and every time you take an inch of it away, you must do so with respect.