I Rate Each Album As Better Than

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

I Want To Rid My Heart Of Envy, And Cleanse My Soul Of Rage Before I'm Through.

We Had Many More Points Of Agreement Than We Had Points Of Difference, But We Did Differ, And The Bigger We Got, The More Insistent We Got That Each One Of Us Should Have His Way.

Not Every Song I Write Is Ecstasy. And It Can Happen Only One Time. After That, When You Sing The Same Melody And Words, It's Pleasure, But You Don't Get Wiped Out.

The Phrasing Didn't Work As Well.