I'm Not Reclusive At All. Just Private.

I Am Very Unmusical. I Can't Carry A Tune. I Would Never Be Able To Play An Instrument.

It Was Important For Him To Believe That He'd Spent His Life Among People Who Kept Missing The Point.

There's Always A Period Of Curious Fear Between The First Sweet-smelling Breeze And The Time When The Rain Comes Cracking Down.

A Dead Afternoon In A Dark Bar Was Not The Worst Of Fates.

Why Something And Not Nothing? Why Music And Not Noise?