All our songs are about love, travel and death.

Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

Take an Indian home to lunch.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.