One Of My Teachers Used

Marvin Gaye Said There's A Song Inside Of Me And I Can't Get It Out. And I Know It's In There, And I Can Feel That It's In There, And I Can't Get It Out. There's So Much That I Want To Say, And I Haven't Been Able To Figure Out How To Say It In My Art. I Can Only Say It In Ham-fisted, Clumsy, Nonpoetic Ways, And I'm Trying To Figure Out How To Talk About Life And Talk About Love And Talk About Pain And Trials And Tribulation In An Artistic Form.

I Don't Necessarily Believe In Organized Religion.

Just As A Person, Just In My Life, The Way I Was Raised, My Grandmother Made It Very Clear That God Will Make A Way.

Probably Means There's A Good Chance. Possibly Means We Might Or We Might Not.

I Always Thought There Was Some Place I Was Going, That There Was Some Success Or Some Achievement Or Some Box-office Number That Was Going To Fill The Hole. And What I Realize Is That Life Is A Hole. It's A Process Of Continually Trying To Find And Reinvent Myself.