Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.

Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.

You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way.

Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.

Never make it perfect.

A lot of people can't stand touring but to me it's like breathing. I do it because I'm driven to do it.

I didn't come out of a cereal box.