Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.

No penance serves to renew them, no massive transfusions of trust. Why not even revenge can undo them, so twisted these vows and so crushed.

I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through

Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

We're in a world where there's famine and hunger and people are dodging bullets and having their nails pulled out in dungeons so it's very hard for me to place any high value on the work that I do to write a song. Yeah, I work hard but compared to what?

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.