I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.

Nobody gets through life without losing a few things on the way.

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth.

Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.

On the whole, anything that gets you writing and keeps you writing is a good thing. Anything that stops you writing is a bad thing.

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.