Of course, we found out later Syd Barrett had mental problems. But there was something so otherworldly about him. He was hovering, like, six inches above the ground.

I just tried everything out - I mean, everything. Even my sexual orientation; I was just searching for what I really wanted. And I didn't quite know.

I don't mind trying it out and making sure something seems to work well.

Funk, I don't think I have anything to do with funk. I've never considered myself funky.

Visions of swastikas in my head, plans for everyone. It's in the Whites of my eyes.

I didn't say that wearing a glamorization of the rock artist was any truer from the other thing.

When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.