Maybe there's a God above, As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from love Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight, It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.

As soon as anybody does one of my songs, I rejoice. This particular case of all these great singers doing my work - the implications are very rich and the temptation to think of the outcome of these masses of the mainstream injecting my work into the marketplace, it's a very sweet speculation.

I don't really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I'd like to come back as my daughter's dog.

I have to finish it in order to know whether it deserves to survive.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.

The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.

My two great heroes are W. B. Yeats and Federico Garcia Lorca.