The Winter Has Not Killed Usagain!

In Streams Of Light I Clearly Saw The Dust You Seldom See, Out Of Which The Nameless Makes A Name For One Like Me... All Busy In The Sunlight The Flecks Did Float And Dance, And I Was Tumbled Up With Them In Formless Circumstance.

When You Call Me Close To Tell Me Your Body Is Not Beautiful I Want To Summon The Eyes And Hidden Mouths Of Stone And Light And Water To Testify Against You.

I Hope We [with Patrick Leonard] Can Come Up With Something Orchestral With Some Spoken Material. And I Also, God Willing, Hope That Perhaps Another Record Of Songs Also Might Emerge, But One Never Knows.

I Looked Into [prozac]. I Must Say That It Is Certainly A Wonder Drug.

I Think That Any Songwriter - And I Think That Bob Dylan Knows This More Than All Of Us - You Don't Write The Songs Anyhow.