I'm never happy with anything.

I really feel instrumental music can speak - can contain tremendous amounts of information - but it's speaking to your subconscious.

Music is about imagination. It's about thought. It's about creating something from nothing.

I want the music to be ambiguous. Its tone gives you a context in which to start visualizing what you're feeling with the music.

It's a mysterious thing that a whole generation of young people can come up and see and understand things that previous generations weren't able to see or understand.

One hundred guitarists making lots of noise would not be something you'd want to listen to.

It's crucial that people are on the right measure at the right time.

Whatever works for the piece I'm thinking about is the way I write.

I'm just not arbitrarily choosing to have five guitars play one type of thing. In that way there's a definite similarity between a symphony orchestra and the 100 guitar symphony.

I like to read. I've become obsessed with fiction. And it's too bad: I'm a musician many people love and I myself am not part of the music scene.

I liked rock music going back to the '60s, but I never ever had any desire to be a rock musician and when I started doing a band it was experimental music.

Be a good human.

From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent. It can only be squandered.

We Wander In Vain If We Are Yet To Walk In The Path Of Our Destiny..Find What You Love, And Never Stop Doing It..

In the heir's world, where everything was available, the unattainable had a wild allure.

I'm a boxer who believes that the object of the sport is to hit and not get hit.

What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?

Life is adventure. Travel is adventure at a different address.

Catch me if you can -A

We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat. Wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay.

Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.