The film [Dream of Life] looks at a time in my life.

I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.

I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.

In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.

I find it painful when I'm without anything. But I work in multiple fields. If I can't write, I find myself taking photographs. I can go on the road and perform. But the most important thing for me is writing, and when I hit those walls, it's painful.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).

I started thinking what could happen with my art and I realized that the biggest thing that could is that it winds up in a museum. It's like finding a rare animal and putting it in the zoo.