I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

Me, I've Concentrated On Music Pretty Much To The Exclusion Of Other Things.

It's The Music That Kept Us All Intact, Kept Us From Going Crazy.

The Heart Says What Only The Heart Knows.

My Week Beats Your Year.