If You Escape From People

The More I Lived With Jan, The More I Loved Her, The More I Made Her Miserable. It Was A Vicious Cycle (page 209)……the More I Loved Her The More I Hated Her. And The More She Loved Me, The More I Harmed Myself (page 269).

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.

Love Your Mother, She Bore You. Love Your Father, He Works For You.

Mercy, Mercy Me, Things Ain't What They Used To Be.

I Am Not Going To Be Dictated To By Fans, Certainly. I Am Dictated Enough To By My Record Company To Last Me A Million Years.