If You Don't Have Music, You Have

My Life Is A Crystal Teardrop. There Are Snowflakes Falling In The Teardrop And Little Figures Trudging In Slow Motion.

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.

Living So Fully, I Can't Imagine What Any Drug Could Do For Me.

My Dread Is For My Show To Be A Nostalgia Act. So The Key To It Is How Do We Keep It Fresh?

All Of Us Are Survivors, But How Many Of Us Transcend Survival?