Someone Could Walk Into This Room And

It's Pointless To Be Critical Of Your Stuff Once It's Done. I Don't Spend A Lot Of Time Agonising Over It. It's Of No Importance Once It's Finished.

Losing Love Is Like A Window In Your Heart.

Nor Is It Strange That After Changes Upon Changes, We Are More Or Less The Same

My Voice Is My Improvisational Instrument, The Melody Instrument. The Guitar Is Harmonic Structure. I'm Not A Good Enough Guitarist To Improvise On It.

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.