You sit and you let your fingers go to wherever they are going to go. You wait until you start to hear something, and you start to figure out what it is that you're doing. And then you add another piece next to that piece, and wait to see if some kind of pattern or something interesting starts to grow, and then you cultivate it.

Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.

Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.

You have underestimated my power, as you will shortly discover.

Maybe I think too much for my own good.

We were always able to sing and blend well together; that's our gift. But aside from that, we're really two different guys.

I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.