I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire.

If you want something badly enough, you make arrangements. If you don't want it badly enough, you make excuses.

Almost certainly I will not tell her my intentions this evening or tonight. I will put it off. Why? Because words are actions and they make things happen. Once they are out you cannot put them back.

Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted