I am a greedy, selfish bastard. I want the fact that I existed to mean something.

When in doubt, do something.

Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.

Good dreams don't come cheap, you've got to pay for them and If you just dream when you're asleep this is no way for them to come alive... to survive.

But you can travel on for ten thousand miles, and still stay where you are.

I've got nothing against selling out, but just let me do it for something that matters. Not so I can be Number One With a Bullet, as it were, but so I can leave this world feeling like I made a difference.

I want the fact that I existed to mean something.

She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away.

The reason nobody else in my business has any impact is because they're all comatose.

When you're going nowhere, anywhere's a better place to be.

I was 12 when I started playing guitar with my brothers.

Mine is not a traditional music, but it comes from a tradition.

It was 1988, I believe, that I met Grit. We were both appearing in a Canadian Folk Festival and as we sat backstage he handed me his guitar. I played it, loved it, and then found out that he'd made it himself.

My musical heroes are people like Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie who wrote and sang real songs for real people; for everyone, old, young, and in between.

The sound has grown and sweetened over the years as well, and you can hear it on many of my recordings and, most likely, will see and hear me playing it if you come to a live show.

Then on to all the terrific american songwriters, from Tin Pan Alley to the Beatles, from Bob Dylan to Paul Simon. Whoever wrote and sang in the song form I have appreciated.