A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.

The purpose of art is to stop time.

There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost.

I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere, set out to find this home that I'd left a while back and couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn't really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so, I'm on my way home, you know?

You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.