I am very emotionally affected by sound. Sounds are the inexplicable... There is a sound you hear in your head, it's your nerves, or your blood running.
Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.
The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.
I cleaned up my act because otherwise I would have kicked the bucket.
How could you even dream or think something of someone who is as uncommercial as I am?
I can concentrate on my art.