Some say that no one ever leaves Montreal, for that city, like Canada itself, is designed to preserve the past, a past that happened somewhere else.

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

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

I guess you go for nothing, if you really want to go that far.

It's hard to be serious about so many things. [Look at the whole emphasis] on the charts, if you're a songwriter.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

I'd written a lot of songs with hummingbirds in them. None of them ever came to anything, but I did write a few lines last month. It went like this: 'Listen to the hummingbird whose wings you cannot see. Listen to the hummingbird, don't listen to me'.