It seems like there are always gatekeepers. People between you and the people who are moved by your work. They often make a beautiful thing creepy.

The loss of music is very painful, and I don't revisit stuff unless there is a solid reason to do it.

I'd always maintained an image so that people wouldn't approach me.

I play music, I paint - these things come from your depths.

What do you know about music, you're not a lawyer?

The paintings usually start as abstracts and then I look at them and look at them, and like a Rorschach test, I try and see what it is.

If someone who knows what's going on comes up and says they liked the music, I appreciate that.

I guess I just want everything to be available immediately.

But, you know, I'd be happy just making music.

Intentions, whether good or bad, that don’t reflect the words and actions are only meant to fulfill personal goals.

The feathered arrow of satire has oft been wet with the heart's blood of its victims.

Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

Just like styles change, music changes.

To define [Canada] or its literature seems like putting a finger on Zeno's arrow: no sooner do you think you have done it than it has moved on.

Sometimes you have to show them what they want to see in order to get them to show you who they really are.

The more you give, the more comes back to you, because God is the greatest giver in the universe, and He won't let you outgive Him. Go ahead and try. See what happens.

In persons grafted in a serious trust, Negligence is a crime.

So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.