“Locked in a struggle for the right combination
Of words in a melody line,
I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination.
Golden clouds were shuffling the sunshine.”

“This, in fact, is the power of the imagination, which, combining the memory of gold with that of the mountain, can compose the idea of a golden mountain.”

“I crossed the street to walk in the sunshine.”

“The most amazing combinations can result if you shuffle the pack enough.”

“And I was waiting over here for life to begin, I was looking for the new thing And you were the sunshine heading my front line. I was alone you, were just around the corner from me. ~ "Life On A Chain"”

“Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!”

“Tis not sufficient to combine
Well-chosen words in a well-ordered line.”
Non satis est puris versum perscribere verbis.

“A man is a golden impossibility. The line he must walk is a hair's breadth. The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.”

“No one knows how I feel,
What I say unless you read between my lines,
One man walked away from me
First he took my hand, take me home.”

“I'm not one for walking the beaches humming a melody … I love the discipline of sitting in the studio, writing and listening. That is my domain.”