A Year's A Long Time,

With Music, I Wasn't Curious Anymore. There Was No Dialogue. By The Time I Stopped, I Knew It Wasn't Going To Be Gone Forever, But It Just Wasn't The Right Time For Me To Care About That.

I Don't Think That Village Idea Of Actually Knowing What You're Contributing To The Whole Exists Anymore.

I Had A Guitar Leaning Against The Wall And I'd Squint At It. It Was Almost Like A Dog That Had Been Kicked - I Didn't Think I Had Anything To Offer It.

All The Girls Who Have Photos Of Them At Parties, Like, "woo!" - That's What Someone's Going To See Of Their Grandma.

If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against The Same Wall, At Some Point You're Going To Fall Over And Be Still For Awhile.