I have fallen, I have sunk so low. I have messed up, better I should know.

I love [that] you smile at me, I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near... I believe this is heaven to no one else but me.

The more we take, the less we become.

Nature is a perfect example of the harmony between the beautiful and the brutal. You turn over a pretty rock and there are worms writhing underneath.

Music is very nebulous, and you can conjure up a lot of moods with music. But lyrics - they're a lot more tangible. They're much more specific. And you want to say something meaningful and creative and artistic and that tells a story and that takes people someplace else.

Nothing outside of my child is important

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.