I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.

We're in a world where there's famine and hunger and people are dodging bullets and having their nails pulled out in dungeons so it's very hard for me to place any high value on the work that I do to write a song. Yeah, I work hard but compared to what?

I don't think you can write novels on the road. You need a certain stability.

Sail on, sail on, o' might Ship of State. To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed, through the squalls of hate. Sail on, sail on, sail on.

Just to get serious about this thing, you know. One has to be compassionate. It's true that people are up against things, economically and emotionally.

Ring the bells that still can ring.

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm