Although I Know It's Unfair, I Reveal

A Moment Of Something Between Acceptance And Resignation Of One's Smallness In The World.

Originality, Of Course, Is What Occurs When Something New Arises Out Of What's Already Been Done.

I Think Because My Parents Died In Their Early 50s, Mid 50s, I Always Thought I Would Die Young. And That's Been Both A Useful Thing And I Suspect Something That's Haunted Me A Little Bit.

A True Inner World Is Often Revealed By Style And Sensibility As Much As By What Appears To Be Confession.

What Feeling Feels Like Over Time. An Attempt To Screw Up What Feeling Feels Like Over Time. Heartbreak And A High C.... The Often Welcome Melodic Lie.... The Soul's Undersong. The Orchestration Of Randomness, A Flirtation With The Boundaries Of Silence And Space.... A Reminder That The Self Wants To Disappear, Be Taken Away From Itself And Returned.