“You are the love I could never escape not that I would ever want to.”

I came here as an escape not another form of chains.

He could tell she was a little risky but he often enjoyed the taste of danger.

Sometimes survival simply looks like breathing.

I tried so hard to be everything you wanted and maybe that’s where I went wrong.

I am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.

I wish I knew then all of the things I know now that I am enough.

My words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

All of the pain she had endured only makes her beauty shine through more.

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

My arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

I was patient but your love was never kind.

I am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.

I don’t think [Dylan and the Beatles] influenced me a lot. I think it was inevitable; they were so powerful that you couldn’t really escape the influence.

I use music really as a form of raw expression; escape from the real world.

I was one of the many horses pulling the wagon and couldn’t escape left or right because of the will of the driver.

If one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.

So for me it’s very good to just be able to re-charge and just disappear and escape from reality and that’s usually when I write most of my lyrics and my songs.

One high motive has acted like a spur upon my mind and soul. and sooner than that I should seek escape from the sacred necessity that is laid upon me, let the breath of life fail me.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

You have to escape to survive, as you must survive to escape.