Control Yourself. You'll Spurt.

How Poetry Comes To The Poet Is A Mystery.

When You Do Something Noble And Beautiful And Nobody Noticed, Do Not Be Sad. For The Sun Every Morning Is A Beautiful Spectacle And Yet Most Of The Audience Still Sleeps.

I'm Not Claiming Divinity. I've Never Claimed Purity Of Soul. I've Never Claimed To Have The Answers To Life. I Only Put Out Songs And Answer Questions As Honestly As I Can. But I Still Believe In Peace, Love And Understanding.

I Believe In What I Do, And I'll Say It.

And God Help Bruce Springsteen When They Decide He's No Longer God... They'll Turn On Him, And I Hope He Survives It.