Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

If you see yourself as a kingly type, then you need your serfs and your army and so on around you.

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

I used to be monastic, almost. Now I'm like a Tibetan that has discovered hamburgers and television. I'm catching up on Americana.

Applause, applause, life is our cause.

Chase away the demons, and they will take the angels with them.

I can't remember anything I ever wrote.