I'm The Original Hunter-down-of-fabulous-things. Twenty Years Ago

Maybe We Were Together In Another Life...in A Parallel Universe, Maybe Our Paths Are Not Supposed To Cross Twice, Maybe Your Arms Are Not Supposed To Go Around Me. I Hear About You Now & Then, I Wonder Where You Are & How You Feel. Sometimes I Walk By & I Look Up To Your Balcony, Just To Make Sure You Were Real-just To Make Sure That I Can Still Feel You...it Appears To Me That Destiny Rules.

I Wouldn't Like To Be In Movies. Movie People Are Strange. They Live A Different Life Than Musicians Do.

There Is A Part Of Me That Has To Depend On Fantasy, Because If You Can't Be Somewhat Of A Fantasy Person, Then You Can't Write

If You Have Stage Fright, It Never Goes Away. But Then I Wonder: Is The Key To That Magical Performance Because Of The Fear?

I Don't Like That [scaring] Feeling And I Watch The News Every Day Because Of It. It's Going To Be Hard To Fix All Of These Problems That Seem Absolutely Unfixable To Me.