There's an old joke that you know you're in heaven if the cooks are Italian and the engineering is German. If it's the other way around you're in hell.

You may say to yourself: "Well, how did I get here?"

...if photos can reproduce the world more perfectly than any painter, can capture an instant, a look, a gesture, then what makes a painting good anymore? Painting subverts this subversion of its traditional nature by redefining itself - art is idea, not simply skillful execution. So, a work can be crudely made, or even machine made - but it has to be practically and functionally useless.

When everything is worth money, then money is worth nothing.

Deep down, I know I have this intuition or instinct that a lot of creative people have, that their demons are also what make them create.

I try to devote my afternoons to making music in my home studio, but it's a lot more fun hanging out with musicians and friends, and trying subtly to influence a band than making your own stuff.

I've noticed that when I am selling a lot of records, certain things become easier. I'm not talking about getting a table in a restaurant.