If I never wake again, I certainly will have lived while I was alive.

Time may change me, but I can't trace time.

Is it Nice in your snowstorm- freezing your brain? Do you think that your face looks the same?

He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar.

When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.

I'm a blackstar. I'm a blackstar.

I always write well in New York.