I have an abundance of enthusiasm; however, it would be foolish to think I can predict a future that doesn't exist.

There are a bunch of songs that I think are beautiful recordings, and I'm proud of them, but I've no interest in listening to them.

There's a Nina Simone record that I love, 'Live at Vine Street,' and she sings flat on it. I can imagine she might've told the record label, 'Oh, God, you're not releasing that!' But I'm glad they did.

I don't pretend that I can predict the future value of the growth rate or rate of return.

I think it would be very foolish not to take the irrational seriously.

I opened up every can of worms I could. I got to the place where I would peel back one layer, and then another layer, and the stuff that would come up underneath was so inspiring, it made me want to write about it.