I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

You know nothing... And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire who made that vampire knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.

Pride is the parent of destruction; pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.

And my heart beat faster for the mountains of eastern Europe, finally, beat faster for the one hope that somewhere we might find in that primitive countryside the answer to why under God this suffering was allowed to exist - why under God it was allowed to begin, and how under God it might be ended. I had not the courage to end it, I knew, without that answer.

For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.

You think I live in the past. You don't understand that I actually change with every era, I always have as best I can