Man's idea of God, and a God's collusion, is an essential part of the equation to wage war.

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

I am an artist, I trade in uncertainty and superstition and cant. I invent dark visions of impossible situations that can never be resolved.

I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.

What actually happened was that Rolling Stone paid me fifteen hundred dollars for the use of all the drawings - about twenty four of them - and then offered to buy the originals from me, which my agent urged 'was a good move!'. He sold the whole damn treasure trove to Jann Wenner for the princely sum of sixty dollars per drawing. I rue the day I let him convince me.

Like you do about Nelson Mandela, you can't help feeling the guy's a good man.

I've done the Rolling Stones eating each other.