We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion

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

It just takes a long time for me [to write a song]. I'm very slow. And it comes, kind of, by dribbles and drops.

I won't comment on what Bob Dylan said, but I will comment on his receiving the Nobel Prize, which to me is like pinning a medal on Mount Everest for being the highest mountain.

Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others