I am a born-again atheist, so there isn't going to be a funeral. I will be buried in a linen wrap in a cardboard coffin in my forest with an oak tree planted on my head.

I am absolutely convinced that my life was redeemed by poetry.

A person asked me today why I’d listen to Gospel, me being an atheist. I replied, 'Even though I'm atheist, I never let my beliefs deny me of beauty. If a person can’t feel a good Gospel song go through their body, they are surely already dead.'

I am a daylight atheist.

I'm going to play again. I will think and I will hope so. If I don't, I am fine with it.

I am not afraid... I was born to do this.