Risk is what separates the artist from the artisan.

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.

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.

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

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.

Never judge the life of another man. You never know his struggles.

You never can tell with bees.

I like writing letters and receiving letters. It's a shame that we've lost the art of letter-writing and saving correspondence. I mourn that.

My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.

Now if I don't meet you no more in this world, then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one, and don't be late, don't be late, cause I'm a voodoo chile.

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

Looking at the Bible, it would seem that God is just a more highly evolved human.

It's incredibly important to note that when you don't allow failure, you get more failure.

Everything was fine until I walked on to the first tee!

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.