As we know, forgiveness of oneself is the hardest of all the forgivenesses.

It sounds corny, but it's absolutely true: A song chooses me. I don't go looking for a certain kind of lyric. It kind of develops its own little arc and I'll just see what happens.

I've been obsessed with stopping people from blowing each other's brains out since I was ten.

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild. But it is really God - playing music in his favourite cathedral in heaven - shattering stained glass - playing a gigantic organ - thundering on the keys - perfect harmony - perfect joy.

You may not know it, but at the far end of despair, there is a white clearing where one is almost happy.

Living so fully, I can't imagine what any drug could do for me.

As long as one keeps searching, the answers will come.