Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

I'm trying to get more into other things, where reality is nothing but each individual's way of thinking.

I'm gonna put a curse on you and all your kids will be born completely naked.

There's a lot of political things happening out there that I'd really have to get away from.

I'd like to get something together - like a Handel, Bach, Muddy waters, flamenco type of thing. If I could get that sound, I'd be happy