Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.

Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love.

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

I don't want my reputation to take me over, I just want to be judged on my songs. I want people to come and see me because they want to, not because fashion dictates it.

And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.

If you feel blocked, do not turn to others, but look inside, in silence, for the enemy of your progress.

Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is.