We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

The winter has not killed usagain!

English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I'm neither left or right. I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

I hope we [with Patrick Leonard] can come up with something orchestral with some spoken material. And I also, God willing, hope that perhaps another record of songs also might emerge, but one never knows.