Crazy how it feels tonight — Dave Matthews

"Funny the way it is, if you think about it. Somebodys going hungry, someone else is eating out. Funny the way it is, not right or wrong. Somebodys heart is broken, it becomes your favorite song."

"Oh! We already, we done already done it, done it, dammit! I could you know, like, sing a thing, and then not sing it for a little while, and then sing it again... and people would be like, "Whyd he sing that again?"

"You seek up a big monster for him to fight your wars for you."

"And as you go I will spread my wings. Yes, I will call this home. I have no time to justify to you, Fool, youre blind, move aside for me. All I can say to you my new neighbor, You must move on or I will bury you."

"Theres often a lot of stupid ideas like "you all dress as fruits and pretend youre selling underpants" or "well put you on a bed of nails and drive a truck over the top and photograph you" for the cover."

"Thats the magic of this band: shooting from the hip. The lights have to follow our cues, because were not going to follow their cues. Were not going to stick to a song the way its supposed to be. Everything is up to us. Thats music to me. Thats American music. Were an American band."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."