My life is pretty much an open book.
People from the past always seem to have much more time to create beautiful, intricate, delicate things that often reach the future in a kind of curled-up, capsized state.
I can tell how I'm doing, and I can tell if the crowd is particularly dead.
Everyone has a right to change their consciousness, but ultimately the whole process is misleading.
I became a musician because that's really what I wanted to do when I was fifteen, but I had other abilities.
Comedy is what happens when you cross the dateline from the unbearable. Things become so unbearable they become a joke.
Every so often you have to increase your profile so you can let it lower again, like a balloon.
When people don't understand my work, I don't feel like explaining.
I was in Hollis' band for eight years, playing drums. At one time we had Barry Beckett, Jimmy Johnson, David Hood - everybody but Roger Hawkins. We had a hell of a band.
I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.
Total?" I called. He looked up alertly, then ran over to me, small pink tongue hanging out. Total?" I said when he was close. "Can you talk?" He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. "Yeah. So?" Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?