If it is true that we have a personal relationship with God, then that's enough for me.

I love loud music. I listen loud, and that's part of how I've learned how to do this. Record softly and play back loud and a whole other thing happens.

I got out of high school, bought a recording studio and started operating it as an engineer and a producer.

We live in an age lit by lightnin'; after the flash, we're blind again.

Risk is what separates the artist from the artisan.

The more perfect music we have, the more attractive the peculiarities and anomalies of human performance become. Perfection is a second rate idea.

The essence of show business is, if you see a tight-rope walker go across a tight rope, everybody claps. But, if you see him wobble, everybody gasps.

When the arts are eliminated, children get bored and tired of school. When the arts are included, children's imaginations are allowed to run wild.

I've seen a study in the last year that digital sound actually induces stress in the listener.

Technology changes nothing.

You know, the thing that struck me about Civil War music was how bloody it was; it was full of hatred. There was incredible vitriol in it.

You’ll never get what you truly deserve if you remain attached to what you’re supposed to let go of.

Leadership is an ever-evolving position.

The content of most textbooks is perishable, but the tools of self-directedness serve one well over time.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

Well I am always interested my people's right. But I will push myself to a revolution without arms.

The fittest of the fittest shall survive !

Elite athletes learn entitlement. They believe they are entitled to have women serve their needs. It's part of being a man. It's the cultural construction of masculinity.

Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.

What have I to forgive and whom?