I have a folder of scraps and pieces of paper with stuff, ideas for songs from the last 25 years; just little things, maybe early songs that I finished, but didn't think they were good enough.

It is the little things that pierce and burn and prick for years to come.

Little things please little minds.

The small things of life were often so much bigger than the great things . . . the trivial pleasure like cooking, one's home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard.

You can't jump from little things to big things. It just takes time and patience.

Say it! No ideas but in things.