I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.
“I'm doing the best I can with what I got and that's all anybody in my band is doing.”
“Ask yourself the secret of your success. Listen to your answer, and practice it.”