I don't think I've ever been an agnostic. I've always thought there's a superior power, that this is not the real world and that there's a world to come.

You just don't wake up one day and decide that you need to write songs.

If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

I was headed for the fantastic lights. No doubt about it. Could it be that I was being deceived? Not likely. I don't think I had enough imagination to be deceived; had no false hope, either. I'd come from a long ways off and had started from a long ways down. But now destiny was about to manifest itself. I felt like it was looking right at me and nobody else.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.