The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).

If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.

Great artists suffer for the people.

I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?

LIVE for LIFE, but let live everybody

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.