No Wonder Sorrow Doesn’t Smile Much. No

I Can Control The Weather With My Moods. I Just Can’t Control My Moods.

The Love Song Must Be Born Into The Realm Of The Irrational, Absurd, The Distracted, The Melancholic, The Obsessive, The Insane For The Love Song Is The Noise Of Love Itself And Love Is, Of Course, A Form Of Madness.

It's Very Important That The Music Has A Sense Of Adventure To It, And That It's Done By The Seat Of Your Pants. There's A Kind Of Nervy Element About It.

I'm Hugely Self-critical In The Morning.

I've Always Had An Obligation To Creation, Above All.