Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

I do like books on anatomy. I have to say I'm an amateur physician, I guess.

The first time I started listening to Irish music, I had a very strong connection. Strangely enough, there's a great many Japanese melodies and vocal styles that sound very much like Hungarian music. You start seeing all these cross-references and comparative, independent musical cultures.

You have to keep busy. After all, no dog's ever pissed on a moving car.

Everything is explained now. We live in an age when you say casually to somebody 'What's the story on that?' and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes I’d just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now.

I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.