It's much easier for me to say that, the kind of music I didn't listen to was pretty much that. I mean everything, from jazz to classical to popular. And Tibetan horns were a great part of it in 1966, '67.

The end comes when the infinites arrive.

Make the best of every moment. We're not evolving. We're not going anywhere.

The world that I inhabit in reality is probably very different world than the one people expect that I would be in. It is quite sedate. It's far removed from a lot of what they would feel to be the limousine traveling rock existence, or whatever.

It is entirely possible to create something totally artificial within the realms of rock and roll.

It's a compulsive need to wreck everything. You might notice there's a pattern of stripping down and building back up again throughout my life. But I guess that's how some of us conduct our lives.

You'd like to know me well, but I've got things inside my head that even I can't face.