I'm a musician. I write songs. I just hope when the day is done I've been able to tear a little corner off of the darkness. - Bono

There is anyway a kind of off-color romance to a deserted seaside town in the winter, your heart’s opera scored by the sound of the tide crashing over a stony beach, shushing everything as the waves try to make up their mind whether they’re leaving or staying. White waves kissing black stones, shushing all around them. Shhh … shhh.

Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief.

The sorts of kids who write songs or poetry or paint pictures are the sorts of kids who feel too much at times. The sorts of kids whose feelings can overpower them.