The loss of music is very painful, and I don't revisit stuff unless there is a solid reason to do it.

It seems like there are always gatekeepers. People between you and the people who are moved by your work. They often make a beautiful thing creepy.

I'd always maintained an image so that people wouldn't approach me.

I play music, I paint - these things come from your depths.

What do you know about music, you're not a lawyer?

The paintings usually start as abstracts and then I look at them and look at them, and like a Rorschach test, I try and see what it is.

If someone who knows what's going on comes up and says they liked the music, I appreciate that.

I guess I just want everything to be available immediately.

But, you know, I'd be happy just making music.

Eradicating ignorance through the establishment of information centers.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose-petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

An impatient person plays differently than a more patient person.

The cold war was an aberration. Note how quickly the Europeans turned on America once 400 hostile divisions were no longer on their borders.

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.

The lack of a delete button on the internet is a significant issue.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

In the greater part of humankind there resides an instinct for survival. It is this which can clutch at straws and effect a rescue from them. It is this which can, now and then, outwit fate.