Music is a work in progress. On a record, it gets frozen in time. And it's oddly unnatural.

You and I, travel to the beat of a different drum, can't you tell by the way I run, every time you make eyes at me.

Everywhere you go, there's a soundtrack. You can't really quite hear it. It's just a little out of the range of hearing.

The greatest sin is carelessness.

Rampant eclecticism is my middle name.

My feeling about school was that it interfered with my reading.

I never thought I'd write, because I'd never written anything in my whole life.