No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden.

I like to see people reaching back for the roots and for the reason why. Not intellectually, but just for the gut feeling of what it's all about.

I didn't know what some of the stuff on Astral Weeks was about until years later.

You've got to separate the singer and the songs.

Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child.

I'm a dweller of the threshold and I'm waiting at the door, and I'm standing in the darkness, I don't want to wait no more.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.