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.

Once a person knows a kiss and a kind word, you can't blame him for never wanting to live without them again. - "The Bridges of Madison County"

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

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

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts