Who am I to blow against the wind?

If you'll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.

I see a correlation between short stories and songs, because of their length and for what they're meant to evoke. Combine certain words with melodies and it all becomes very moving.

And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.

I don't know what I'm going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can't see around the bend and you don't know where you are going to go, which is fun.

I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I'm through.

One man's ceiling is another man's floor.