It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act...

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.