Why are you so petrified of silence, here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines or when you think you're gonna die? Or did you long for the next distraction.

These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless, and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?

Down the road, I'll probably have a kid or two or three. And there will probably be political events or spiritual things to comment on, and humor.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

As an artist, there's a sweet, jump-starting quality to [marijuana] for me. I've often felt telepathic and receptive to inexplicable messages my whole life. I can stave those off when I'm not high. When I'm high - well, they come in and there's less of a veil, so to speak. So if ever I need some clarity, or a quantum leap in my own consciousness, or a quantum leap in terms of writing something or getting an answer, it's a quick way for me to get it.

I would never judge someone's intrigue with the spoils of fame, because I went through that.