A Guitar Has Moonlight In It.

If Your Writing Doesn`t Keep You Up At Night, It Won`t Keep Anyone Else Up Either".

That's All It Takes, One Drop Of Fear To Curdle Love Into Hate.

Love, When You Get Fear In It, It's Not Love Any More. It's Hate.

I Write Of The Wish That Comes True--for Some Reason, A Terrifying Thought.

They Threw Me Off The Haytruck About Noon.