All the people have gone to war leaving no interrogator to mind.

Don't the people you're around shape the music, is that what you're saying? Everything does.

When he beat my mother it made me so mad.

There's only X amount of time. You can do whatever you want with that time. It's your time.

In the late '70s I started to search for the perfect sound - whatever that might be, before that I was mainly interested in drugs, insanity and the rock'n'roll lifestyle.

I mean, there are peripheral things I do, I do photography, I write plays, I have books published, but that's neither here not there.

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.