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

Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.

I'm a method actress in my songs, which is why it's hard to sing them.

When the spirit of child's play enters into the creative process, it's a wonderful force and something to be nurtured.

I have an aversion to being mislabeled. Here's a label I'd accept: I'm an 'individual.' I'm someone who can't follow, and doesn't want to lead.