Any of the decisions that I made, if one could actually locate a shape or form, were all within a wall, the landscape of music.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy, golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.

Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.