Love Heals All Wounds And Not Just

Somebody Asked Me What I Wanted To Do. I Just Said I Wanted To…just To Give Back To It What It’s Given Me. And To Meet All The Other People That Are Doing It…just To Be In The World, Really.

I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know That I’m Missing Anything. I Just Think Too Much Sometimes. Sometimes I’m Even Happy Because I’m So Engaged In The Thinking. But That’s The Great Thing About Performing, And Why It Is Also Sexual, Because In That Moment – Or In That Evening – I’m Completely In The Present For Once In My Life. Nothing That Came Before Or Anything That May Come After: Only What Matters Is Now. And That’s What Human Beings Crave.

Sensitivity Isn't About Being Wimpy. It's About Being So Painfully Aware That A Flea Landing On A Dog Is Like A Sonic Boom

Music Is My Mother And My Father; It Is My Work And My Rest...my Blood...my Compass...my Love.

There's The Moon Asking To Stay Long Enough For The Clouds To Fly Me Away