It got to the point where I started hiding because I didn't want to be photographed. (On living with Robert Mapplethorpe)

I hate to be enclosed. I don't like bathroom doors - I don't shut them. In fact, in my house, I have no doors.

When I started making music, we'd lost a lot of our great people. Rock was moving in a direction I didn't like. Rock was my generation's revolutionary, sexual, poetic, and political voice, but it had become corporatized. It was going into stadiums. It was so far removed from its basic roots.

Hopefully if you create something fine, people will relate to it, so you're communicating with people, and you're not in a void. On the other hand, because you're always creating and transforming, art always separates you - always.

I don't think anything can prepare you for one's losses.

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

My father was a dreamy fellow - he read Plato and Socrates and watched Phillies games.