The People Who Raised Me Musically Are

I Don't Really Need To Be Remembered. I Hope The Music's Remembered.

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

There's No Time For Hatred, Only Questions. Where Is Love? Where Is Happiness? What Is Life? Where Is Peace?

I Think I Would Really Lay Down And Die. Music Comes From A Very Primal, Twisted Place. When A Person Sings, Their Body, Their Mouth, Their Eyes, Their Words, Their Voice Says All These Unspeakable Things That You Really Can't Explain But That Mean Something Anyway. People Are Completely Transformed When They Sing; People Look Like That When They Sing Or When They Make Love. But It's A Weird Thing—at The End Of The Night I Feel Strange, Because I Feel I've Told Everybody All My Secrets.

Sometimes A Man Gets Carried Away When He Feels Like He Should Be Having His Fun And Much Too Blind To See The Damage He's Done, Oh Sometimes A Man Must Awake To Find That Really He Has No One. So I'll Wait For You And I'll Burn Will I Ever See Your Sweet Return, Oh Will I Ever Learn? Oh, Lover You Should've Come Over. Oh Love Well I'm Waiting For You.