No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?

You may be wrong, but you may be right.

I'm writing for the sake of writing music. Whether it gets heard or not isn't an issue for me. It keeps my own juices going and my mind active.

If you search for truthfulness, you might as well be blind.

Streetlife serenader never sang on stages, needs no orchestration, melody comes easy, need no vast arrangement to do their harmonizing.

I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.

We drown our doubts in dry champagne and soothe our souls with fine cocaine. I don't know why I even care, we get so high and get nowhere.