What a model of an artist was for me was an artist who worked. Picasso was the ultimate model, because the work ethic he had.

I had met Michael Stipe, and he was such a kind person, and extremely understanding, so I asked him if he knew a photographer who would come to Detroit, where I lived, who would be child friendly and who would respect my home. Michael suggested Steven [ Sebring]. One day a knock came at my door, and when I opened it, there was Steven. He's been like a brother ever since.

Hung-up women can't produce anything but mediocre art, and there ain't no room for mediocre art.

The film [Dream of Life] doesn't hide anything, except maybe moments of sorrow or darkness that belonged to me.

My father hated rock and roll - hated it. My first real argument with my father was over the Rolling Stones. And he never, ever liked rock and roll. He just liked me.

Wisdom was a teapot, pouring from above. Desolation angels, served it up with love.

We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.