I just found this world a hard place to be good in,’ says Bunny, then he closes his eyes and, with an expiration of breath, goes still.
Humming softly with the child asleep in his arms, Sardus Swift looked to the winking stars and saw the moon – a smirk on the face of heaven – as he made his way home.
And Satan sighed and shook his head, played harp amongst the flames. ‘It’s Hell up there in Heaven too, for all that that is worth. Heaven is just a lie of mine to make it Hell on Earth.
An artist’s duty is rather to stay open-minded and in a state where he can receive information and inspiration. You always have to be ready for that little artistic Epiphany.
Love is a state that I would like to exist in continuously.
I can control the weather with my moods. I just can’t control my moods.
I’m very happy to hear that my work inspires writers and painters. It’s the most beautiful compliment, the greatest reward. Art should always be an exchange.
People think I’m a miserable sod but it’s only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
The artistic process seems to be mythologized quite a lot into something far greater than it actually is. It is just hard labor.
It’s very important that the music has a sense of adventure to it, and that it’s done by the seat of your pants. There’s a kind of nervy element about it.
I love rock-n-roll. I think it’s an exciting art form. It’s revolutionary. Still revolutionary and it changed people. It changed their hearts. But yeah, even rock-n-roll has a lot of rubbish, really bad music.
My biggest fear is losing memory because memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive is tied up in memory.
I don’t write happy songs. Who does? I don’t know anybody who writes happy songs, really.
The older I get, the more I feel those kinds of ghosts – especially the women in my life – moving out of the shadows a bit more and becoming more present in my life.
At school I was an anti-magnet for women.
I’ve never been interested in being relevant.
There’s an element to songwriting that I can’t explain, that comes from somewhere else. I can’t explain that dividing line between nothing and something that happens within a song, where you have absolutely nothing, and then suddenly you have something. It’s like the origin of the universe.
If you’re Australian, you feel it in your bones because you’re at odds with everybody else, except other Australians, in the sense that people always seem to be behaving strangely. People always seem to be behaving the wrong way, in a different way. You say things and there are silences.
I suspect the older you get the more invisible you become.
Death looms large I guess because it should. It’s the one thing that we as human beings from birth have a right to. It’s the only thing we’ve really got, and I don’t mean to sound bleak about this, but it’s a unifying factor amongst us all.