I love you when I forget about me.

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?

I had made all these rules for myself: I'm not writing social commentary, I'm not writing love songs.

You have this mounting aggressive ignorance with the rabbit's foot of their particular religion. You don't really have any kind of spiritual law, just a kind of a rabid mental illness. The songs are a little slice of life.

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

All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too.

I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.