My writing often contains souvenirs of the day – a song I heard, a bird I saw – which I then put into the novel.

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder...

The worst things in life come free to us

There’s urine on the couch, and the remote control is in the shower.” I would write it myself, but I’ve never been very good at writing love ballads.

My idea of covers is that you should never cover a song and do it exactly like the artist because everyone’s always going to compare it to the way the original artists did it, and...

Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams. And I know if I can make you smile by jumping over a couple of couches or running through a rainstorm, then I’ll be...

Please take a long, hard look at your textbook, cause I’m history

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something – an absurd idea, but it persisted – ‘I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to...

A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.

And tonight I’m feelin like an astronaut, sending sos from this tiny box,and i lost the signal when i lifted off, now i’m stuck up here and the world forgot, can i please come down?...

My country, ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountainsideLet freedom ring!My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy...

You see there’s no real ending, it’s only the beginning, come out and play.

I don’t think I approach my songs differently from other artists. You get a big picture of it, and you imagine the song and hear and feel it, and that big picture is like a...

What is this thing you call substance abuse? All I wanna do is forget and get loose.Drinking and smoking over and overWhat’s so great about a life that’s sober?There’s nothing cool about being youngWhen the...

I was in ‘Martha Marcy May Marlene,’ and I got to do a song for the soundtrack.

I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my...

I drew a chair up beside her and sang. All I do is dream of you the whole night through . . . It was a horrible rendition, and I quite enjoyed attempting it, setting...

It does not matter how sweet you can sing a song of love. You must know how to dance along with it. You can’t dance “salsa dance” on a “reggae song”.

Stop talking to me!” An I love you disguised as “Stairway to Heaven” isn’t more romantic. Not unless you’re Helen Keller and I’m a slinky.

I meet people and they enforce me their culture and then I choose to fly away and I meet other people and these people force me their religion and I wanna fly away. I meet...

I won’t give up on us

Some of us hover when we weep for the other who wasdying since the day they were born.

Tú que tanto has besadotú que me has enseñado,sabes mejor que yo que hasta los huesossólo calan los besosque no has dado,los labios del pecado.

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why...

Oh it only took me 4 songs to get here! that’s not to long!

The perfect song neither ends nor begins. It is always playing. Remember to stop and listen.

We were orphans before we were ever the sons of these songs.

Everybody at the party is a many sided polygon….Nonagon!

In the depth a light will grow,A silver shine no shadows know, Like wings unfolding in the sky,That circle ’round a gleaming eye,Turning darkness all away,Even depths will know their day,For every shadow has its...

At the end of the day, you sign a record deal and you understand where it could go if you had the right song.

Gilded palace of Flying BurritosExcellent Nouveau Mexican CuisineWe all got to wear Swank-Ass Nudie SuitsI should have known it was a lousy pipe dreamOhhh, Ohhh, what an awesome jobOhhh, Ohhh, what do I do now??Ohh,...

I try to find little things that you can do to move the song along and things that serve the song.

Watch a movie that makes you laugh or listen to a song that makes you cry. Embrace your emotions and be proud of what you feel.

Every time I listen to this song, its like I regain my soul. its a hurtful joy far deep in my heart.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Together me and Amy are Jaramy. Pearl Jam wrote a song about us speaking in class.

The depth of true love is endless

You all have a gift. It’s free. It’s the gift of song.

This is my one last call and lullaby for this eternity. All of my medicine.

You want the song to be at least at the same level of goodness throughout. Whereas with something you’re doing live, a song dips and rises and that can actually be worked to the song’s...

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I’m never warm enough for my lovely...

Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the...

A tapping foot isn’t the best a listener can get from a song: A good song makes a listener dance. A great song makes him think.

I definitely don’t sit down every day and make a new song.

To make a song is a gift, and once it’s done it keeps evolving and changing and becomes a tool to interact with other people. It’s like a conversation.

A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.

Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.