“But it was the singing that pulled me in and split me wide open.”

“It blew me wide open. It shifted me up into what I call the inter-dimensional mind.”

“Split me open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip my heart out
Eat the music.”

“The guy was dead as hell. He lay on the floor in his pajamas with his brains scattered all over the rug and my gun was in his hand. I kept rubbing my face to wipe out the fuzz that clouded my mind but the cops wouldn't let me. One would pull my hand away and shout a question at me that made my head ache even worse and another would slap me with a wet rag until I felt like I had been split wide open.”

“Open wide my door, my Lord, to whatever makes me love You more.”

“When John Lennon sings, "Oh, my love/For the first time in my life/My eyes are wide open" — these songs have an intimacy for me that's not just between people, I realize now, not just sexual intimacy. A spiritual intimacy.”

“He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.”

“Señora Perez, I would like to thank you. I would like to sing to you, to sing a song of love; for I have watched you with my eyes wide open. I have watched you with learning eyes. You are a mother, and your arms are open wide for your children, for your people. Mrs. Perez, you are working hard.”

“For me, singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness.”

“Sing me a rainbow. Steal me a dream.”