Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

When I came to California, it was the mecca of the world. Every young person on the planet wanted to be here.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

The considerations of a corporation, especially now, have nothing to do with art or music.

In some ways, my gift for music and writing was born out of tragedy, really, and loss.