I think it's fair to say we're both in the business of self-obliteration through music.

We met [with Massimo Pupillo] many years ago in the halcyon days of the underground avant-prog math-rock scene when I was playing in Guapo.

I don't feel like the real, transcendental sound experiences I've had in my life have anything to do with intellect.

The superabundance alludes to the myth that is ensuring our demise but it's also the space around and possibly the void that we enter into, beyond that delusion.

Then I perceived, what I had never thought, that all these staring houses were not alike, but different one from another, because they held different dreams.

Honesty scares quite a lot of people.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts ... take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.

The good is the end toward which all things tend.

Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.

As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!!!

The cool thing about the Internet is that it's allowing women more access to their own history.

When many people are killed, they should be mourned and lamented. Those who are victorious in war should follow the rites of funerals.

The whole of the Amazonian narcotic complex, as it's called in the old literature, is based on activation of DMT by one strategy or another.

If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.