When I first got a guitar, it was a Spanish, classical thing.

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand - shown how to feel good; and told to feel bad.

Each small candle lights a corner of the dark.

I always used to look at books and wonder how anybody could come up with so many words. But my divorce and then falling in love with somebody else has released in me an ability to write in other ways apart from songs.

There is a magic in some books / That sucks a man into connections / With the spirits hard to touch / That join him to his kind.

Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.

I have no problem with any question.