When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

I see the entire world as Eden, and every time you take an inch of it away, you must do so with respect.

I remember that time you told me, you said"Love is touching souls." Surely you touched mine 'Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time. You're in my blood like holy wine, You taste so bitter and so sweet.

America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.

I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have nothing in common with them.