I was so unhealthy as a child, and at least three or four times my parents were told to get ready, that I would not make it.

We needed time to figure out what all of this meant, how we were going to come to terms and redefine what our love was called. I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth.

I came into music because I thought the presentation of poetry wasn't vibrant enough. So I merged improvised poetry with basic rock chords.

I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.

I love to photograph the tools of one's trade: Duncan Grant's paintbrushes, the typewriter of Herman Hesse, or even my own guitar, a 1957 Fender Duo-Sonic.

You're not a rock 'n' roll person four hours a day or even when you're on stage. It's become the rhythm of your whole life.

Ultimately, I want to make everyone horny.