The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.