Some people, it [songwriting] comes faster. Some people, it comes slower.

When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.

I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.

We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.

Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.