This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime!

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.

First you must have the images, then come the words.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking about wars between nations or assaults on nature, there's still that aggressiveness that keeps us apart from each other and the problems we need to be working on.

The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song.