In the midnight of a soul's unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.

Beach is a place where a man can feel he's the only soul in the world that's real.

Prayer TV looks like pay TV to me.

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.

I'm an air-conditioned gypsy.

I'll spend my mornings at the sunshine café.

Everything that I had done creatively related to two or three incidents that happened to me when I was a child that I'd forgotten. Everything, absolutely everything.