Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by the computer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the department that drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow memo form attached just saying: "Learn, guys..."

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.

I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.

In a novel, you can always go back and make it look like you knew what you were doing all along before the thing goes out and gets published.

When things get tough... Make good art.