Even the bands I dig don't have a history of attaining mass consumption.

CDs, too. Totally corporate. They look real cheap and soulless and they don't smell of anything.

I'd forgotten what it was like to play music and have it be fun so I decided to stop. I wasn't even sure if I was going to make a new record, I was just kinda quitting.

I don't like alcohol, but I still like to mess around with other stuff occasionally. I think it's important I take mushrooms and acid. They're certainly not addictive, so I can't rule that out.

When there are no women on the tour it can get awful and ugly - constant horrible jokes and gross behaviour. It needs to be leavened with a feminine presence.

I used to have a sort of spiky haircut and it just feels better to have short hair again.

It is hard, though, 'cos record labels love to boss you around. I won't let them do that anymore.

I lie around and play guitar, that's something I do for sure. In fact that's all I do, I think.

I guess I'm about ready to promote myself in a more human way. I don't feel quite so insecure.

My high-school dream was to be in a band, pay my rent and eat - and I've been able to do that for 20 years. So I'm completely content.

When I was 14 years old, I was a huge fan of the Velvets, the Stooges and the Modern Lovers. They are my three favourite bands. I never get sick of 'em.

Those who live in gratitude start their day by setting their intentions and the direction they want to move in each day.

Pollock was terrific. I think he freed himself of all kinds of worry about this world. Ran around and dripped, and then he managed to express ecstasy.

Violence is the only way to answer violence.

When I was growing up in the '60s I would have thought that westerns would last forever.

It's a divine art to be cheerful.

Share results (financial and key metrics) with the company every month.

Come, let me know what it is that makes a Scotch man happy!

We don't have to look far for miracles because they're all around us. Everything is astonishing. The universe on it's surface is alive with mystery.

Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - and maybe even glory.

Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!