In the midnight of a soul's unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.

I see a boy with his mother's ambition, performing for love, trained in submission.

I am an animal, my teeth are sharp and my mouth is full, and the passion is strong.

It's the singer not the song that makes the music move along.

No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned

Most of my songs are about Jesus. Most of my songs are about the idea that there is salvation, and that there is a Savior. But I won't mention his name in a song just to get a cheap play.

I bought a Dutch barge and turned it into a recording studio. My plan was to go to Paris and record rolling down the Seine.