All these other nations seem to appreciate what I'm doing and they want me to play the furthest out things.

The earth moves in a certain rhythm, a certain sound, a certain note. When the music stops the earth will stop and everything upon it will die.

It's such a tragedy that man endures in killing his brother and his own kind, putting him in jail and insane asylums, letting him lay out in the street.

Music is a language, a universal language.

A prophet is not without honor except in his own country among his own people.

Somewhere in the other side of nowhere is a place in space beyond time where the Gods of mythology dwell. ... These gods dwell in their mythocracies as opposed to your theocracies, democracies, and monocracies. They dwell in a magic world. These Gods can even offer you immortality.

Space is not only high, it's low. It's a bottomless pit.