Brother, Be A Brother, Fill This Tiny

And I Kissed Away A Thousand Tears My Lady Of The Various Sorrows Some Begged, Some Borrowed, Some Stolen Some Kept Safe For Tomorrow.

If You Look Around, Complacency Is The Great Disease Of Your Autumn Years, And I Work Hard To Prevent That.

I Want To Write Songs That Are So Sad, The Kind Of Sad Where You Take Someone's Little Finger And Break It In Three Places.

No Fish Can Swim Until The King Is Born, Until The King Is Born In Tupelo.

The Love Song Must Be Born Into The Realm Of The Irrational, Absurd, The Distracted, The Melancholic, The Obsessive, The Insane For The Love Song Is The Noise Of Love Itself And Love Is, Of Course, A Form Of Madness.