“Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.”

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.

How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it’s a lie – people claim they want to be free

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.

How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don’t really want to be free?

They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit

Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up.

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language – ‘I don’t know.’ It’s terribly embarrassing.

Sometimes when it comes to the iconic kind of moments, when I read the script for the first time, you get little goose bumps or something because it really is kind of exciting.

The greatest moments of the human spirit may be deduced from the greatest moments in music.

A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.

Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.

Aggressive Christianity is the world’s greatest need.

There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.

Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.

The happier the moment the shorter.