A biography for Mark Knopflerhasn’t been written yet.
“If you're thinking the road ahead is a little shorter than the one behind you, you're thinking about trying to write a good song and hoping to make a decent record of it.”
“I even played bass for a while. Besides playing electric guitar, I'd also get asked to play some acoustic stuff. But, since I didn't have an acoustic guitar at the time, I used to borrow one from a friend so I could play folk joints.”
“I'm also getting an Ovation Legend, because I like them so much.”
“I don't know that I read more than the average person. I don't think I do very much. I tend to read more when I'm on holiday. That's when I can go through books like you wouldn't believe. I read a bit of everything, but the novel has always been very important to me.”
“The drinking dens are spilling outThere's staggering in the squareThere's lads and lasses falling aboutAnd a crackling in the airDown around the dungeon doorsThe shelters and the queuesEverybody's looking forSomebody's arms to fall intoAnd it's what it isIt's what it is nowThere's frost on the graves and the monumentsBut the taverns are warm in townPeople curse the governmentAnd shovel hot food downThe lights are out in the city hallThe castle and the keepThe moon shines down upon it allThe legless and asleepAnd it's cold on the tollgateWith the wagons creeping throughCold on the tollgateGod knows what I could do with youAnd it's what it isIt's what it is nowThe garrison sleeps in the citadelWith the ghosts and the ancient stonesHigh up on the parapetA Scottish piper stands aloneAnd high on the windThe highland drums begin to rollAnd something from the past just comesAnd stares into my soulAnd it's cold on the tollgateWith the Caledonian BluesCold on the tollgateGod knows what I could do with youAnd it's what it isIt's what it is nowWhat it isIt's what it is nowThere's a chink of light, there's a burning wickThere's a lantern in the towerWee Willie Winkie with a candlestickStill writing songs in the wee wee hoursOn Charlotte Street I takeA walking stick from my hotelThe ghost of Dirty DickIs still in search of Little NellAnd it's what it isIt's what it is nowOh what it isWhat it is now”
“There's so many different worlds, so many different suns. And we have just one world, but we live in different ones.”
“ככל שאני מבוגר יותר כך אני רוצה לכתוב יותר. איני יודע אם זה בגלל פאניקה מזמן שאוזל.”
“אם הייתי מתפרנס רק מגיטרה, הייתי צריך להתרכז יותר. הייתי צריך לקחת מורה שיביא אותי לעשות דברים שאינני רוצה.”
“הגישה שלי אינה אורתודוקסית. אני מנגן בניגוד להרבה כללי נגינה בגיטרה.”
“שירים צריכים להיות רלוונטיים עבורי בדרך כלשהי.”
“השנים חולפות ואתה מבין שהחלום לא דומה למציאות.”
“כשאת עוזבת, אשמע את הצליל הקטן ביותר, ואפנה להסתכל אחורה, כאילו את עדיין בסביבה.”
“צריך להיות צחוק אחר הכאב, שמש אחר הגשם.”
“אתה מקבל צמרמורת בחושך, יורד גשם בפארק.”
“כשעשינו אהבה, את נהגת לבכות.”
“עולים ברחובות שונים, שניהם רחובות הבושה.”
“הופך את זמן הלילה ליום.”
“Every guitar I own gets used and has its purpose.”
“What I always try to do is to respond to the song; I've always rebelled against theory.”
“I was into playing American music, especially the blues.”