I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.
I surrendered who I was to who you are...
I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.
I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time, and how that is beautiful, and has poetry inside. Even places you hate.
I don’t want my reputation to take me over, I just want to be judged on my songs. I want people to come and see me because they want to, not because fashion dictates it.
You can’t kill the past by denying the past. You can kill it only by making it obsolete. And even in that, you have to find honor in the past. You can’t hack off pieces of yourself, and expect them to grow again.
A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it.
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run.
If you do anything regularly for a while, sooner or later the weirdoes will show up.
If you feel blocked, do not turn to others, but look inside, in silence, for the enemy of your progress.
Turn your head away from the screen, my friend. It will tell you nothing more.
There’s the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away.
When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.
Fate is gonna find you in your glass of champagne.
I prefer to learn everything through music. If you want divinity, the music in every human being and their love for music is pretty much it. It’s the big indication of their spirituality and their ability to love and make love, or feel pain or joy, and really manifest it, really be real.