It just takes a long time for me [to write a song]. I'm very slow. And it comes, kind of, by dribbles and drops.

As I grew older, I understood that instructions came with this voice. What were these instructions? The instructions were never to lament casually. And if one is to express the great inevitable defeat that awaits us all, it must be done within the strict confines of dignity and beauty.

And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion

Everybody knows the dice are loaded.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios.

The less I was of who I was, the better I felt.