But I knew that someday I was going to die. And just before I died two things would happen; Number 1: I would regret my entire life. Number 2: I would want to live my life over again.

I don't know that I could really define love. I can't . . . again, it's like trying to define what this creative force is. It's beyond my ability to really define. If I can define it, then it's not it. We're right back to that thing again.

... I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me.

The responsibility of the artist is to transcend the human ego.

When I stop doing the things that make me unhappy, I will experience the happiness that is that natural state of being. See, I don't think we were created with some pain and misery and whatever. I think we were created by whatever this thing is, when it extended itself, and, here we are. But I pile on so many misconceptions that I end up uncomfortable in my own skin.

All the energy of their frustration and fear going into their laughter.

But you cant shut everyone out. I mean you have to have someone to love. . .someone to hold on to. . . someone--