And A Rock Feels No Pain; And

The Record Company Stay Out Of My Way. Whenever The Record Is Finished, They Take It.

I Think My Hight Had The Most Significant Single Effect On My Existence, Aside From My Brain. In Fact, It's Part Of An Inferior-superior Syndrome. I Think I Have An Inferior Brain And An Inferior Stature, If You Really Want To Get Brutal About It.

Don't Want To End Up A Cartoon In A Cartoon Grave Yard.

I Don't Consider Myself To Be A Major Talent, So The Only Solace I Can Take Is To Hope I'm Growing.

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.