I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

I create by feeling rather than by intellectualizing.

Unlike some of my peers, I haven't really hit a writer's block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.

I was young for my age. Not as naïve as they expected. I don't know why I seem to bring that out in people.

If you see yourself as a kingly type, then you need your serfs and your army and so on around you.

I see music as fluid architecture.