The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.

The rhythm is below me, the rhythm of the heat. The rhythm is around me, the rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me, the rhythm has my soul.

In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.

I think another thing is that we don't really want exclusivity. We accept that it is in the artist's interest to be on sale in every place where they sell music.

The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb

Everybody nose dive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap. Room shake, earth quake, find a way to stay awake. It's going to blow, it's going to break, this is more than I can take.

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.