Some People, It [songwriting] Comes Faster. Some

I Swear By This Song And By All That I Have Done Wrong, I Will Make It All Up To Thee.

Let Judges Secretly Despair Of Justice: Their Verdicts Will Be More Acute. Let Generals Secretly Despair Of Triumph; Killing Will Be Defamed. Let Priests Secretly Despair Of Faith: Their Compassion Will Be True.

There Is A War Between The Ones Who Say There Is A War And The Ones Who Say There Isn't.

It Is Painful To Recall A Past Intensity, To Estimate Your Distance From The Belsen Heap, To Make Your Peace With Numbers. Just To Get Up Each Morning Is To Make A Kind Of Peace.

My Sense Of Proprietorship Has Been So Weak That Actually I Didn't Pay Attention And I Lost The Copyrights On A Lot Of The Songs.