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

Hallelujah" "Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

I think the term poet is a very exalted term and should be applied to a man at the end of his work. When he looks back over the body of his work and he's written poetry then let the verdict be that he's a poet.

I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

G-d is alive. Magic is afoot. G-d is afoot. Magic is alive.

Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love