The Greatest Sin Is Carelessness.

Ninety-nine Percent Of Singing Is Listening And Hearing, And So Then 1 Percent Of It Is Singing.

Music Is A Work In Progress. On A Record, It Gets Frozen In Time. And It's Oddly Unnatural.

When The Night Wind Starts To Sing A Lonesome Lullaby, It Helps To Think We're Sleeping Underneath The Same Big Sky.

Life's Full Of Loss, Who Knows The Cost, Living In The Memory Of The Love That Never Was.

My Feeling About School Was That It Interfered With My Reading.