In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.

I would say the hummingbird really deserves the royalties on [some of my songs].

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

I want history to jump on Canada's spine with sharp skates.

As a young man, Yeats spoke to me in a way I could understand. Shakespeare I couldn't understand, but Yeats I could. It was his subject matter and also I really admired the way he put his personal life on the line.

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

We are ugly but we have the music.