The people who raised me musically are my mother, who is a classically trained pianist, and my stepfather.

Your soul can fly outward, stringed to your ribcage like a shimmering kite in the shape of an open hand. Be still and listen to the evidence of your own holiness.

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

In love we are all brothers and sisters

I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.

Fate is gonna find you in your glass of champagne.

If you want to get somewhere in this life, learn to draw beautiful women.