We are ugly but we have the music.

I think there's an appetite for seriousness. Seriousness is voluptuous, and very few people have allowed themselves the luxury of it.

No one masters the heart.

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

Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.

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