I am afforded a bit of easy wonderment in relative comfort as to how humans have lasted so long. Climate- and geography-wise, the planet seems to have little use for us.

The material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you, including yourself.

Help me to withstand your beauty as it stands out of reach. Give me the capacity to forget ever having felt your touch.

I mean I appreciate fan mail and that the people like what I am doing but I can't answer it. If I would answer 25 letters a day I would be just a guy answering mail and not an artist anymore.

Everyone who knows me knows that I'm a hopeless romantic who listens to love ballads and doo-wop songs all the time.

I'm just shallow and self-interested, and don't get out much because I'm afraid of real commitments.

For myself, I can't understand a life without a job. I don't know what I would do without employment. Retirement is out of the question for me.