Ah, Grief Makes Us Precise!

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

People Used To Say My Music Was Too Difficult Or Too Obscure, And I Never Set Out To Be Difficult Or Obscure. I Just Set Out To Write What I Felt As Honestly As I Could, And I Am Delighted When Other People Feel A Part Of Themselves In The Music.

There Is A Crack In Everything, That's How The Light Gets In.

A Saint Is Someone Who Has Achieved A Remote Human Possibility. It Is Impossible To Say What That Possibility Is. I Think It Has Something To Do With The Energy Of Love.

Follow Me, The Wise Man Said, But He Walked Behind.