It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who has seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

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

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.

I never really liked poetry readings; I liked to read poetry by myself, but I liked singing, chanting my lyrics to this jazz group.

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery...

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.

I'm never sure why I do anything, to tell you the truth.