Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

It's the notion that there is no perfection - that there is a broken world and we live with broken hearts and broken lives but still there is no alibi for anything. On the contrary, you have to stand up and say hallelujah under those circumstances.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

Journalists, especially English journalists, were very cruel to me. They said I only knew three chords when I knew five!

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore