I love story songs. It's just, for me, they're harder to write, and sometimes they sound too intended or something.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I find that life is easier when it is just a blur With no details to confuse who or what or where I was So when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure

I think there's so much about Rasta culture that's interesting. Just the idea of preaching one-ness, that we're all in this together.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea

I often learn more from one person's highly idiosyncratic experiences than I do from sources that detail universal practices or cite up-to-date studies.

Your product should sell itself, but that does not mean you don't need salespeople.

A lot of people don't realise I came out of the Smoky Mountains with a load of songs.

So what if you're not perfect? nobody else is either.

Certainly I had my preference, and I very much hoped that George W. Bush would be our next president.

I've stayed in houses that were in the country, and in England, but I'm still not sure that I've stayed in an English country house.

God always gets the glory when Jesus comes.

The United States is a very insular society. Most people know very little about the outside world and don't care that much. They're concerned with their own affairs.

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.