I Don't Know How To

I Think Mozart, Like You, Is An Example Of Someone Who Has The Gods Moving Through Him, And His Religion Was Creation.

But I Knew That Someday I Was Going To Die. And Just Before I Died Two Things Would Happen; Number 1: I Would Regret My Entire Life. Number 2: I Would Want To Live My Life Over Again.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

Sometimes We Have The Absolute Certainty There's Something Inside Us That's So Hideous And Monstrous That If We Ever Search It Out We Won't Be Able To Stand Looking At It. But It's When We're Willing To Come Face To Face With That Demon That We Face The Angel.

Eventually We All Have To Accept Full And Total Responsibility For Our Actions, Everything We Have Done, And Have Not Done.