The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

I thrive on change. That's probably why my chord changes are weird, because chords depict emotions. They'll be going along on one key and I'll drop off a cliff, and suddenly they will go into a whole other key signature. That will drive some people crazy, but that's how my life is.

The thing that gave me the most pain in life, psychologically, and it gave me tremendous pain psychologically, is man's disrespect for nature.

He's swept with the broom of contempt and the rooms have an empty ring.

A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.