“Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.”

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you’re doing something.

Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.

I wonder why people like to believe I’m high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security..

That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.

Music is your only friend until the end…

Obviously that can only work at moments. It can’t be a lasting thing.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!

When I’m doing a drama, I wish I was doing something funny.

I asked a girl who came from America to England, when I was only English, and she admitted she had been to a drama school. And I said, “What did they teach you?” And she said, “They taught me to be a candle burning in an empty room.”

Let go of the emotion and drama you create when you don’t get what you want. Just stay present and handle one situation at a time with an open mind and an open heart.

Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations.

At some point in time, you definitely have to go drama. Not to say that you’re going drama just because everybody else does it.

The reason why time plays a great part in so many of my tales is that this element looms up in my mind as the most profoundly dramatic and grimly terrible thing in the universe.

Now I’d like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!

The Christian take on Hellfire seems less dramatic than the Muslim vision, which I grew up with, but Christian magical thinking appeals to me no more than my mother’s angels and djinns.