Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

The Mind Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Shows Us Pictures. Pictures Of The Past And The Might-one-day-be. This Mind's Mind Exerts Its Own Will, Too, And Has Its Own Voice.

. . .my Dreams Are The Single Unpredictable Factor In My Zoned Days And Nights. Nobody Allots Them, Or Censors Them. Dreams Are All I Have Ever Truly Owned.

Dead Things Show You What You’ll Be Too One Day.

The Human World Is Made Of Stories, Not People.

I'm Not A Great Deep Political Thinker.