Sorrow's Child Grieves Not What Has Passed,

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

An Artist's Duty Is Rather To Stay Open-minded And In A State Where He Can Receive Information And Inspiration. You Always Have To Be Ready For That Little Artistic Epiphany.

I Don't Write Happy Songs. Who Does? I Don't Know Anybody Who Writes Happy Songs, Really.

Writing Screenplays Makes Me A Better Musician Because It Clears My Head. After Writing A Movie, I Go Running Back To Music As Fast As I Can.

I Have To Be Able To See The Thing That's Going On That I'm Writing About, Or Else It Just Doesn't Make Any Sense To Me.