You be the DJ, Ill be the driver, — John Mayer

"You know, the dude is a real musician. Its like anything you ever loved in Joe Jackson or anything you ever loved in any 70s rock. Youre gonna get it out of this dude. Hes a real student, and it comes through in his music."

"Me and John, we just cool, period. ... We get in the studio and we vibe and then we make music from that point."

"He words stuff with a real, I guess its a witty, intelligent, very human [sensibility]. I would like to grab some of those qualities...I wish he was my friend."

"One time I saw him perform live and he switched up his song at the end, like, [improvised] different chords — he remixed it...Hes just not your typical guitar player. Hes trying to push the envelope for the way guitarists and vocalists are heard. ... I just respect his musicality."

"John Mayer is a very talented brother and you dont know where your blessings are going to come from."

"Did you know that you could be wrong And swear you’re right? Some people been known to do it All their lives. But you find yourself alone Just like you found yourself before. Like I found myself in pieces On the hotel floor. Hard times help me see.I’m a good man with a good heart; Had a tough time, got a rough start. But I finally learned to let it go, Now I’m right here, and I’m right now. And I’m hoping, knowing somehow That my shadow days are over. My shadow days are over now."

"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."