Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.

My heart sings of your longing for me, and my thoughts climb down to marvel at your mercy. I do not fear as you gather up my days. Your name is the sweetness of time, and you carry me close into the night, speaking consolations, drawing down lights from the sky, saying, See how the night has no terrors for one who remembers the name.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.

No one's ever done one of my songs badly. People say to me, "God, so-and-so wrecked that song." Well, I'm unaware of it. Anybody doing one of my tunes has earned my gratitude, and I don't get that many covers where I have the luxury to choose.

I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.

Get ready for the future: it is murder.