I never had aspirations to go into politics or medicine. I always wanted to be an artist of some sort. I wasn't so politically motivated. I felt that the world from an early age was disappointing. My father taught me about the bomb, and it was eye-opening. From then on, I thought grown-ups needed to do a better job. I still think that.

Spare the child and spoil the rod, I am not sellin' myself to god.

I knew if I lived long enough I would be poet laureate of something.

I like energy. I like to feel it cracklin', I like sexual energy in a room, and I like tension.

I'm an artist. I'm interested in how art gets made.

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.

If you don't have what you need, just rock with what you've got!