I Don't Think," He Insisted. "i Feel.

I Know I'm A Strong Performer. I'm Not An Evolved Musician.

Desire Is Hunger Is The Fire I Breathe, Love Is A Banquet On Which We Feed.

My Father Hated Rock And Roll - Hated It. My First Real Argument With My Father Was Over The Rolling Stones. And He Never, Ever Liked Rock And Roll. He Just Liked Me.

In The War Of Magic And Religion, Is Magic Ultimately The Victor? Perhaps Priest And Magician Were Once One, But The Priest, Learning Humility In The Face Of God, Discarded The Spell For Prayer.

I Understood That In This Small Space Of Time We Had Mutually Surrendered Our Loneliness And Replaced It With Trust.