Far Above The Golden Clouds, The Darkness

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

The Thought That Life Could Be Better Is Woven Indelibly Into Our Hearts And Our Brains.

I Suppose An Artist Takes The Elements Of His Life And Rearranges Them And Then Has Them Perceived By Others As Though They Were The Elements Of Their Lives.

When I Began Making My Own Albums, The Songs Became Funkier. They Were More About The Streets.

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.