I think really that's just the basic Christian lesson that sometimes takes us years and years to understand - have equal concern for another human being as you have for yourself or perhaps even more concern for another human being than you have for yourself.

I wasn't thinking so much of music. I wasnt thinking so much of perfection or stardom or any of that stuff.

I think really that's just the basic Christian lesson that sometimes takes us years and years to understand - have equal concern for another human being as you have for yourself or perhaps even more concern for another human being than you have for yourself.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

Sure I destroyed my guitar at every concert, but it was okay, because I'd always get a shiny new one the very next day.

Much has been said about Robert, and more will be added. Young men will adopt his gait. Young girls will wear white dresses and mourn his curls. He will be condemned and adored. His excesses damned or romanticized. In the end, truth will be found in his work, the corporeal body of the artist. It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to him.

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