To contrive a little kingdom, in the midst of the universal muck, then shit on it, ah that was me all over.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of-how shall I say, I don't know.

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.

Do you ever think? The voice, God forbid.

'Each man kills the things he loves'. I recognise that in myself, in relationships, even with guitars, beautiful things that I've had and wilfully destroyed.

The daimonic is any natural function which has the power to take over the whole person... it can be either creative and destructive and is usually both ...

What the artist wishes to do - as far as you are concerned - is to take you out of yourself. As far as he is concerned, he wishes to express himself.