Mary Webb

If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

We are tomorrow's past.

A song is like a saddle: you ride it for a while, and if it's the right kind of song you can sing it for the rest of your life.

I always dreamed of writing in an orchestral context. But when you finish a piece, you want to hear it. So we played everything with Phish.

If a horse has four legs, and I'm riding it, I think I can win.