Irish Alzheimer's: you forget everything except the grudges

I don't know where my songs come from... If I knew, I'd know too much, more than we are allowed on this plane.

Do what you love, and you will find the way to get it out to the world.

I sang in the coffee houses . . . in the early 60's with no idea of success in terms of records or television. I just thought I was a storyteller. I had this deep, bassy voice. But I had incredible passion for the music I was singing.

It is true that I have had heartache and tragedy in my life. These are things none of us avoids. Suffering is the price of being alive.

I had sold my soul for pleasure.

The opening line from a journal can be the beginning of a song.