There was this mountain village in Russia where my music was getting in on some German radio station. I remember this because music used to get up to Saskatchewan from Texas. Late at night after the local station closed down.

Let light hearts remake us.

The thing that started me painting originally was seeing Bambi when I was about nine. I was incredibly disturbed by the forest fire that killed Bambi's mother, and that distress gave me the impulse to create something, as a way of dealing with it.

I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.