But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .

I've always accepted some kind of deity, especially as a songwriter.

I fell in love with folk music at Surprise Lake Camp. It was the songs of Woody Guthrie and the Weavers.

I thought love was more or less a giving thing. Seems the more I gave, the less I got.

You're alive, you might as well be glad.

I don't feel I have to write deep and meaningful songs; they can be light and meaningless. It has to do with the place I am in my life, a really good place.

When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.