I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

Some people, it [songwriting] comes faster. Some people, it comes slower.

Ah, grief makes us precise!

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

I’ve seen the nations rise and fall. I’ve heard their stories, heard them all, but love’s the only engine of survival.

Everybody knows the dice are loaded.

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.