Oh The Sisters Of Mercy, They Are

When We Are Touched By A Song, It Is Because The Artist Cannot Hide Himself.

I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard / Under The Cold Tap Of Facts

I Don't Even Hate Books Anymore.

I Didn't Want To Write For Pay. I Wanted To Be Paid For What I Write.

You Say I Took The Name In Vain I Don't Even Know The Name But If I Did, Well Really, What's It To You? There's A Blaze Of Light In Every Word It Doesn't Matter Which You Heard The Holy Or The Broken Hallelujah