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

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.

In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed, It would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed, It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star, I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

I don't think you can write novels on the road. You need a certain stability.