The more walking-around money I have, the less I walk around.

How am I going to listen to that horrible noise I make without a gram of coke and a couple of double Jack Daniels?

I think that prosecuting some college kid because she shared a file is a lot like sending somebody to Australia 200 years ago for poaching his lordship's rabbit. That's how it must seem to poor people who just want to watch a crappy movie for free after they’ve been working themselves to death all day at Tesco or whatever, you know.

When it comes to art, money is an unimportant detail. It just happens to be a huge unimportant detail.

Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

At university, I had been obsessed with reading about the lives of Rimbaud and Baudelaire, and I was steeped in the crazy poets, and I came to view my early subjects through that prism.

I'm a little bit damaged in about 15 different ways, and it's been nice that no particular damaged area has become a major issue. I'm a more than moderately healthy 65-year-old male who has gotten away with a lot of stuff.