I feel guilty just sitting around when I know I can be doing something.

No one can quite say what the creative process is. Because I have nothing to do with it of course. It's created in space. It's God's work, not mine.

I wanted so badly to play in the park across the street because the kids were playing baseball and football but I had to record.

I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily.

I know that the creator will go, but his work survives. That is why to escape death, I attempt to bind my soul to my work.

I was a veteran, before I was a teenager.

But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me.