I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.

You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.

And I'll know my song well before I start singing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.