If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.

There's a marvelous peace in not publishing, there's a stillness. When you publish, the world thinks you owe something. If you don't publish, they don't know what you're doing. You can keep it for yourself.

I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.

Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I made it - the same night, as a matter of fact.

Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.

Don't you think I have sense enough to worry about my motives for saying the prayer? That's exactly what's bothering me so. Just because I'm choosy about what I want - in this case, enlightenment or peace, instead or money or prestige or game or any of those things, doesn't mean I'm not as egotistical and self-seeking as everybody else. If anything, I'm more so!