Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs..

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet..

Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melod….

God has saved me a million times, so I think He mustve enjoyed my song..

I can sort of will that stuff to happen to me if I put myself in the right headspace. Then I can actually get to a space where it won't just be one s….

There is always, in the fine arts, a physical interface between the artist's esthetic vision and the material result he seeks. The interface may be t….

To write a book is for all the world like humming a song..