Jesus shouldn't have died so early and then he could have got twice as much across. They killed him and then twisted so many of the best things he said. Human hands started messing it all up and now so much of religion is hogwash.

My own thing is in my head. I hear sounds and if I don't get them together nobody else will.

When I'm sad, she comes to me with a thousand smiles.

Knowledge is speaking, wisdom is listening

I'm up here in this womb, I'm looking all around. We'll, I'm looking out my belly button window and I see a whole lot of frowns.

It's not really into the big mass movement in music that I want to do, you know.

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.