To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

I'm writing all the time. And as the songs begin to coalesce, I'm not doing anything else but writing. I wish I were one of those people who wrote songs quickly. But I'm not. So it takes me a great deal of time to find out what the song is.

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

Any of the decisions that I made, if one could actually locate a shape or form, were all within a wall, the landscape of music.

Take one step to the side and it's all absurd.

I don't even hate books anymore.

I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it's not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.