All Music Comes From God.

It's Good To Know Who Hates You And It Is Good To Be Hated By The Right People

I Was Wearing Black Clothes Almost From The Beginning. I Feel Comfortable In Black. I Felt Like Black Looked Good Onstage, That It Was Attractive, So I Started Wearing It All The Time.

I Sang Those Old Gospel Songs For My Mother, And She Said, Is That You? And I Said, Yes, Ma'am. And She Came Over And Put Her Arms Around Me And Said, God's Got His Hands On You.

Deep In The Heart Of The Infinite Darkness, A Tiny Blue Marble Is Spinning Through Space. Born In The Splendor Of God's Holy Vision, And Sliding Away Like A Tear Down His Face.

The More I Learn, The More Excited I Get.