Love, Anger, Depression, Joy And

Music Is My Mother And My Father; It Is My Work And My Rest...my Blood...my Compass...my Love.

I've Already Created My Own Thing.

Thinking So Hard On Her Soft Eyes And Memories Of The Signs That It's Over. It's Over.

Grace Is What Matters. In Anything. Especially Life, Especially Growth, Tragedy, Pain, Love, Death. About People, That's What Matters. That's A Quality I Admire Very Greatly. It Keeps You From Reaching For The Gun Too Quickly; It Keeps You From Destroying Things Too Foolishly; It Sort Of Keeps You Alive And Keeps You Open For More Understanding.

The Music Can Tell People Everything They Need To Know About Being Human Beings. It's Not My Information, It's Not Mine. I Didn't Make It. I Just Discovered It.