Love is touching souls.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

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

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

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.

Lord, there's danger in this land, you get witch hunts and wars when church and state hold hands.

Because I'm so busy and because I think of myself as a painter, I desperately guard the time that I have to paint. And sometimes I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.