You know, sometimes a person's reputation can be far more colossal than the influence of the person. I don't pay any attention to it anymore.

I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.

Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.

The purpose of art is to stop time.