“There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It’s always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.”

I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They’re quite aware of what they’re going through.

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.

I’ve been putting out the fire with gasoline.

Once you lose that sense of wonder at being alive, you’re pretty much on the way out.

They people mistake fashion for style.

I’m a born librarian with a sex drive.

The minute you know you’re on safe ground, you’re dead.

Put on your red shoes, and dance the blues.

Trust nothing but your own experience.

Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.

There’s a thing that just as you go to sleep, if you keep your elbows elevated that you will never go below the dream stage. And I’ve used that quite a lot and it keeps me dreaming much longer than if I just relaxed.

If you come from art, you’ll always be art.

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.

Turn and face the strange.

Comfort comes into your house first as guest, then as a host, then finally as the master.