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How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child.
An album is like a book or a diary or a snapshot... It just feels so like the end of a chapter when you finish one.
I think every album you have, especially if it's done well, you feel like you're competing with yourself.
I think anything can feed you, depending on the way you look at it or listen to it.
Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
There's this thing of you can live in a city and be completely alone, not notice anything going on around you.
There's a smugness that goes with being a huge company. The big fish say, 'If it's so great, why didn't we invent it?' But how'd you like to be makin' buggy whips when cars came along?
You who choose to lead must follow. But if you fall, you fall alone.
Not like Chinese food, where you eat it and then you feel hungry an hour later.
