“It was a kind of sado-masochism. I would take the things that were painful to me and elevate them and, through the mantra of music, make them into a release.”

“As I walk through, a kind of amazed mantra starts running through my head: There is no end to the making and selling of things there is no end to the making and selling of things there is no end...Man, it occurs to me, is a joyful, buying-and-selling piece of work. I have been wrong, dead wrong, when I've decried consumerism. Consumerism is what we are. It is, in a sense, a holy impulse. A human being is someone who joyfully goes in pursuit of things, brings them home, then immediately starts planning how to get more.”

“Pain, horror and grievances are recycled through history until we find ways to expose and accept them, truly listen to them, while also finding out where and when they are taking place, releasing them and transforming their destructive power into healing intentions.”

“Here," I say. "You can put music behind it, and it will be your own." And it strikes me that this is how writing anything is, really. A collaboration between you who give the words and they who take them and find meaning in them, or put music behind them, or turn them aside because they were not what was needed.”

“She'd take these random occurrences and elevate them to oracles; she'd pretend that they were enough to justify her actions.Or lack therof.”

“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”