Poetry is a verdict rather than an intention.

Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

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

Journalists, especially English journalists, were very cruel to me. They said I only knew three chords when I knew five!

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love

Ring the bells that still can ring.