Polly Jean, I love you. I love the texture of your skin, the taste of your saliva, the softness of your ears. I love every inch and every part of your entire body. From your toes and the beautifully curved arches of your feet, to the exceptional shade and warmth of your dark hair. I need you in my life, I hope you need me too.

But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals Sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . .

He who seeks, finds, and who knocks, will be let in.

Everyone wants to feel that they matter.

It's always a risky business inviting somebody on stage. You never know what they're going to do. I try to avoid letting people join me onstage because it can be very distracting, and overly theatrical.

I want to write songs that are so sad, the kind of sad where you take someone's little finger and break it in three places.

You searched through all my poets, From Sappho through to Auden, I saw the book fall from your hands, As you slowly died of boredom.