I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there's some kind of change.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.

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.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them.

God knows there's a heaven.

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.