The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

Poetry is a verdict rather than an intention.

I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

My sense of proprietorship has been so weak that actually I didn't pay attention and I lost the copyrights on a lot of the songs.

I don't think there's any difference between a crush and profound love. I think the experience is that you dissolve your sentries and your battalions for a moment and you really do see that there is this unfixed free-flowing energy of emotion and thought between people, that it really is there.