I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.
Above all do not give yourself airs. Breaking the moment of past habits is the challenge here: In the life of the spirit you are always at the beginning.
To do something that will just fly away is kind of special. Every time somebody tell you they love you, that “I love you” flies away, and you wait until the next one.
I like a spirituality with a God that knows how to drive a car, that knows how to take his girl to the dance club, dance all night, have a little drink, kiss the kid when they come back in and go to sleep. God doesn’t need a chauffeur – he needs to drive himself.
I just want to be a guy with a guitar.
And though the meaning fits, there’s no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.
I resent the fact that a parental warning sticker has to be included on an album as cover art. To me that’s censorship.
I’ve already created my own thing.
In love we are all brothers and sisters.
Sensitivity isn’t about being wimpy. It’s about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.
Music should be like making love. Sometimes you want it soft and tender, another time you want it hard and aggressive.
I want to be ripped apart by music...
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it’s over. It’s over.
There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.
The music can tell people everything they need to know about being human beings. It’s not my information, it’s not mine. I didn’t make it. I just discovered it.
We are born to live, we are born to understand, we are born to carry a cursed pattern and be transformed by pain.
Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
I don’t really need to be remembered. I hope the music’s remembered.
The people who raised me musically are my mother, who is a classically trained pianist, and my stepfather.
Music was like my first real toy. I was an only child for a while, and I was alone a lot of the time – and I liked it. I still like being alone.
I sacrificed my anonymity for my father, whereas he sacrificed me for his fame.