I Adhere To The Religion Of Art

It's A Little Dangerous For Me To Get Outside Myself And Think About How I Want People To See Me.

I Have Learned To Be Steady In My Course Of Love, Or Fear, Or Loneliness, Rather Than Impulsive In Its Wasting, Either Lyrically Or Emotionally.

Sometimes The Fragment Of A Conversation, The Color Of The Sky, The Image In A Dream, Has Everything To Do With Where The Song Begins.

With Time The Unbearable Becomes Shocking, Becomes Sad, And Finally Becomes Poignant.

It Is The People Who Scream The Loudest About America And Freedom Who See To Be The Most Intolerant For A Differing Point Of View.