I rate each album as better than the last one. That's how I see it.

There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

...everything looks worse in black and white.

A man walks down the street. It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the third world. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the language. He holds no currency. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound, sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity and he says, "Amen" and "Hallelujah!

Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child they’re longing to be told.

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

Two times two is twenty-two, four times four is forty-four. When numbers get serious, they leave a mark on your door.