I think the musical evolution I've gone through has come from all the work with the material.
I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
And I say to my heart: rave on.
Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.
So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.
What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.
The power to regulate the economy is the same thing as the power to distribute favors.
I would prefer that, rather than sitting down and giving someone advice, I would way rather write a song about what I was going through. I think that's a pure, organic process of learning from someone else's mistakes.