Within each and every one of us is a divine power that needs no substance or anything external to know bliss.
Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.
My parents wanted to light my artistic candle. But over time, the definition of 'the arts' began to stretch. And as I got older, they suddenly realized, Oh, my God, we're the parents of Iggy Pop.
If I had to depend on what I actually get from sales, I'd be tending bar between sets.
Sex may be a little more factual than love. You know whether it's good or bad. You know whether you liked it or not. You're not going to change your mind about it ten years later.
You know what I think you get scared of more - especially me, after touring for so long and being in bands for so long - you start to associate certain behavior with the music. It's like people associate having a cigarette with having a cup of coffee, or lunch.
What do you do with a lifetime of work? Face it in the morning.
The last mad throb of red just as it turns green; the ultimate shriek of orange calling all the blues of heaven for relief and support. . . each color almost regains the fun it must have felt within itself on forming the first rainbow.
It takes me about 10 years to appreciate what it is I've done.
I'm still searching for an angel with a broken wing. It's not very easy to find them these days.
In years that bring the philosophic mind.