No one's ever done one of my songs badly. People say to me, "God, so-and-so wrecked that song." Well, I'm unaware of it. Anybody doing one of my tunes has earned my gratitude, and I don't get that many covers where I have the luxury to choose.

We are ugly but we have the music.

Get ready for the future: it is murder.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

Ah, grief makes us precise!

Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.