'Arbitrary' and 'odd' are the words which best describe the pattern of my career. I'm perpetually baffled by the whole thing.

The good thing about working alone is I get a lot done and I can experiment more. The bad thing is I miss out on the gregarious, social way that most musicians work.

One simple word: ugh. Is something still considered a conspiracy if it's played out right under our noses?

My reason for becoming a vegetarian was simple: I loved (and love) animals

I'm envious of people who can sleep as long as they want. I have the circadian rhythm of a farmer.

The good thing about not being drop-dead gorgeous is that as time passes, I don't have much to worry about. I have friends who are actors and every day they look in the mirror with trepidation.

Could you look an animal in the eyes and say to it, 'My appetite is more important than your suffering'?

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.

Dogs have boundless enthusiasm but no sense of shame. I should have a dog as a life coach.

I like noise. It's always puzzled me why one of the goals of contemporary recording is to get rid of noise and to eliminate any element of a performance.

What would Munchausen do?

Don't push, don't resist. Let it happen. Nature will align everything.

If you truly love something, you should set it free. If it comes back.. Lock them in cage and throw the key. If it doesn’t then.. Damn them to Hell.

Music videos are like girlfriends. I'm constantly amazed on what other people doing

And the books you write. They're not you. They're not me sitting here, this Henry Miller. They belong to someone else. It's terrible. You can never rest.

If you keep your head in the sand, you don't know where the kick's coming from.

...it is only death which is hopeless.

It's hard sometimes to not want to know what people are saying behind your back and to ignore certain things that are being written.

For a creative person there's just as much pleasure in writing an eight-line poem as there is in writing a blockbuster play ... of the old '50s type.

Mothers are the only race of people that speak the same tongue. A mother in Manchuria could converse with a mother in Nebraska and never miss a word.