If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.

So many things had to be in place and had to happen for this song to do what it did. It boggles the mind.

It really starts with the day Elvis Presley went to Sun Studios to record a song for his mother. Sam Phillips didn't like his singing, but a secretary did and kept his phone number. Sam Phillips said one day he needed a white kid who could sing black, and she had Elvis' number in her drawer.

We were blown away by just how long this thing is. As one end of the stream clears the horizon this evening, the other will already be halfway up the sky.

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.

The word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.