I'm more interested in what I discover than what I invent.

By the time I was 12 or 13, I felt that I was special, because I could play the guitar and write songs.

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

Elvis was the reason I picked up the guitar.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed glad to see me.

These are the days of miracle and wonder.