You weremoon's eye to mepull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

Religion is like music, one must have an ear for it. Some people have none at all.

We are what we are, the spirit afterwards, but first the touch.

People are only 'disappointing' when one makes a wrong diagnosis.

Behind their dark glass, the mad own nothing.

You weresunrise to merise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

You werewater to medeep and bold and fathoming' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through, Though I am damned for it we two will lieAnd burn, here where the starlings fly

Doubts are the ants in the pants of faith. They keep it awake and moving.

... isn't breaking a supervillian out of jail a little ... much?

I drive myself to and from work. I love the privacy.

The more far-out artists, the better.

You can predict all you want, but everybody knows what predictions get you.

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

Channel your outrage ... Do that which you are able to do.

I always tell other people to protect against the downside, and not risk roughing on new ventures, but I never stuck to that rule myself.

Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced.

Music has always been there for me and is what's helped me through everything. It's like my solace.