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

Sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun and much too blind to see the damage he's done, oh sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one. So I'll wait for you and I'll burn will I ever see your sweet return, oh will I ever learn? Oh, Lover you should've come over. Oh love well I'm waiting for you.

Turn your head away from the screen, my friend. It will tell you nothing more.

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

Sensitivity isn't about being wimpy. It's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom

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

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.