I Couldn't Take Pictures Of Green Rolling

People Hear About Stuff From Their Friends Or A Magazine Or A Newspaper.

I Came To New York To Be A Fine Artist - That Was My Ambition.

We Don't Make Music, It Makes Us

Most Of Our Lives Aren't That Exciting, But The Drama Is Still Going On In The Small Details.

I Sense The World Might Be More Dreamlike, Metaphorical, And Poetic Than We Currently Believe--but Just As Irrational As Sympathetic Magic When Looked At In A Typically Scientific Way. I Wouldn't Be Surprised If Poetry--poetry In The Broadest Sense, In The Sense Of A World Filled With Metaphor, Rhyme, And Recurring Patterns, Shapes, And Designs--is How The World Works. The World Isn't Logical, It's A Song.