The world is, for the most part, a collective madhouse, and practically everyone, however "normal" his facade, is faking sanity.

Where is the boundary between your thoughts and feelings and my thoughts and feelings? Where does it end - the outer layer of epidermis? If you look at the body as energy - not matter - maybe there's a possibility we as human beings are more connected to one another than we realize.

The world is a collective madhouse, its inhabitants are merely faking sanity. It is critical to becoming aware of these aberrations, for pretensions can be the enemy of love.

One life is worth the universe. Poe was able to go right into the very depth of life and to demonstrate this.

United Artists wanted to do records with me. I had no idea, what a rare thing that was... to make an album. And they put a guy with me working on songs, and I got busy with films. I just kind of let it slide. Isn't that amazing?

I think Poe had a mission to tell us what it's all about. To answer some of the great questions of life.

I figure I basically am a ghost. I think we all are.