Now I can say loudly and openly what I have been saying to myself on my knees.
Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
There is no art when one does something without intention.
Love is supreme and unconditional; like is nice but limited.
I like any and all of my associations with music: writing, playing, and listening. We write and play from our perspective, and the audience listens from its perspective. If and when we agree, I am lucky.
Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous, you don't want it.