[I had a sense of interior panic].Always. I didn't really know what to call it for a long time, but I have a friend in Greece who used that word panic a lot, and I found myself resisting it, until I totally accepted that as a precise description of my interior condition. It was mostly panic from one moment to the next. And nothing much else was going on.

Today [people] are ready to take emergency cures, whatever they are, if it's violence, if it's a fascination with serial killing or whatever - the discomfort is so intense. Maybe it's always been like that, certainly it is now.

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

You've got a deadline. Well, I do, too: death.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.