These Are The Days Of Miracle And

I Suppose An Artist Takes The Elements Of His Life And Rearranges Them And Then Has Them Perceived By Others As Though They Were The Elements Of Their Lives.

She Said A Good Day Ain't Got No Rain She Said A Bad Day Is When I Lie In The Bed And I Think Of Things That Might Have Been

There Is A Moment, A Chip In Time, When Leaving Home Is The Lesser Crime.

I Don't Like Fashion. It's Very Heartless.

The Dialogue Between What's Going On In The World And What's Going On Internally Seems To Be A Natural Thing - Well, It's Natural To Me, Anyway, To Have These Thoughts.