The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People

I Stepped Outside To Smoke A J And When I Came Back To The Room, Everybody Just Seemed To Move.

Some People Never Say The Words ‘i Love You’, For Like A Child They’re Longing To Be Told.

The Words Of The Prophets Are Written On The Subway Walls And Tenements Halls And Whispered In The Sounds Of Silence.

Being An Artist Doesn't Mean That You're A Good Artist. That Was The Bargain I First Made With Myself: I'd Say, I'm An Artist, But I'm Not Really Very Good.

I See A Correlation Between Short Stories And Songs, Because Of Their Length And For What They're Meant To Evoke. Combine Certain Words With Melodies And It All Becomes Very Moving.