In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

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

keep a clean nose, watch the plain-clothes.

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.