Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.

I know a man He came from my home town He wore his passion for his woman Like a thorny crown He said "Dolores I live in fear My love for you's so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear

And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

After all those years of automatic success, you don't get nervous any more. It's really necessary to be nervous and be a little bit frightened. It pumps the adrenalin into you and you really get down there and try.

A songwriter's supreme challenge is being complex and simple at the same time

My voice is my improvisational instrument, the melody instrument. The guitar is harmonic structure. I'm not a good enough guitarist to improvise on it.