It's Not A House, It's A Home.

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

Who Killed Davey Moore? Why And What's The Reason For?

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.