He is the king. If it hadn’t been for Link Wray and ‘Rumble,’ I would have never picked up a guitar.
The circling horse was an oblique warning that i would repeat the same mistake eternally. Would the law of averages allow it? Can anything continue without change? Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.
Most of my songs are about Jesus. Most of my songs are about the idea that there is salvation, and that there is a Savior. But I won’t mention his name in a song just to get a cheap play.
What theatre started to look at much earlier than any other form was the internal operations of ordinary people, sometimes using mythic models in order to tell the story.
Everything that has befallen you happened simply cause it crossed your mind.
Backstage, I get sleepy, and want to curl up and snooze. I never get nervous, whatever the event. I feel quite detached until I walk on stage, and then some gear inside me clicks and off I go like a wind up doll.
In the midnight of a soul’s unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.
Everything that I had done creatively related to two or three incidents that happened to me when I was a child that I’d forgotten. Everything, absolutely everything.
Hearing loss is a terrible thing because it cannot be repaired.
I only really started to go to plays and to be interested in drama 20 years ago when as an artist I was already well-rounded. I think I’m more disciplined today.
A lot of my audience are in their 50s. But they want me to pretend to continue to be pretending.
Tough boys running the streets, come a little closer. Rough toys under the sheets, nobody knows her.
We’ve got to fool the fools, and plan the plans. We must rule the rules, got to stand the stands.
I want fast food, pretty naked girls preferably tattooed.
I see a boy with his mother’s ambition, performing for love, trained in submission.
Man makes machines to man the machines that make the machines.
Beach is a place where a man can feel he’s the only soul in the world that’s real.
Any fool can hide, few can play.
Looking back, I don’t know why we needed it to be quite so loud all the time.
It’s terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.