You Lose Your Grip, And Then You

Who Could Have Foretold The Heart Grows Old From Touching Others

I Finally Broke Into The Prison I Found My Place In The Chain Even Damnation Is Poisoned With Rainbows

I Always Loved Those Little Creatures [hummingbird], Always Feel Blessed When They Appear Nearby. There's A Magical Quality To Them. I Finally Put One In A Song.

People Used To Say My Music Was Too Difficult Or Too Obscure, And I Never Set Out To Be Difficult Or Obscure. I Just Set Out To Write What I Felt As Honestly As I Could, And I Am Delighted When Other People Feel A Part Of Themselves In The Music.

The Duty Of Lovers Is To Tarnish The Golden Rule