What [Prozac] does is completely annihilate the sexual drive, so the question of passion hardly arises.

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

Nothing can stop you from thinking. The human mind is designed to think continually.

A song, you know, you've got a tempo. You know,you've got something that is moving swiftly. You can't stop it, you know? Andit's designed to move swiftly from, you know, mouth to mouth, heart to heart,where a poem really speaks to something that has no time and that is - it's acompletely different perception.

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

I've expressed my gratitude to my son many times. And his career is far from undistinguished, and it was a great privilege to have someone of this skill bringing this album to conclusion.

Poetry is a verdict rather than an intention.