The apocalypse is the millennium, and the psychedelics move you into the future.
The last great Englishman is low.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
The mighty hopes that make us men.
I spent my life studying communism and Soviet systems.
All the experience of the greatest city in the world could not withhold me.
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights, drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
You’re getting rid of the things that people used to think were essential to art. But that reduction is only incidental. I object to the whole reduction idea…if my work is reductionist it’s because it doesn’t have the elements that people thought should be there. But it has other elements I like.