My mother died when I was five, and all I did was sit and cry. I cried and cried and cried all day, until the neighbors went away.

Hurt that's not supposed to show, and tears that fall when no one knows.

I made a vow that I would never need another person ever. Turned my heart into a cage, a victim of a kind of rage.

May the angels protect you, and sadness forget you.

Suffering is a big informer, a big catalyst for creation. You take your sadness, your despair, your sense of injustice, and you put it in your work.