For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

To me, rock music was never meant to be safe. I think there needs to be an element of intrigue, mystery, subversiveness. Your parents should hate it.

The only writers who have any peace are the ones who don't write. And there are some like that. They wallow in a sea of possibilities. To express a thought, you first have to limit it, and that means kill it. Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.

Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn't my own.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.