My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

The bands and the roadies, love 'em and leave 'em. It's pleasure to try 'em, but trouble to keep 'em.

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.

We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.

Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.

I loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, anything with romantic melodies, especially the nocturnes. Nietzsche was a hero, especially with Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He gets a bad rap; hes very misunderstood. Hes a maker of individuals, and he was a teacher of teachers.

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