Cocaine Made My Nose Bleed Right Away.

When The Night Wind Starts To Sing A Lonesome Lullaby, It Helps To Think We're Sleeping Underneath The Same Big Sky.

The Dream World Of Sleep And The Dream World Of Music Are Not Far Apart. I Often Catch Glimpses Of One As I Pass Through A Door To The Other, Like Encountering A Neighbor In The Hallway Going Into The Apartment Next To One’s Own. In The Recording Studio, I Would Often Lie Down To Nap And Wake Up With Harmony Parts Fully Formed In My Mind, Ready To Be Recorded. I Think Of Music As Dreaming In Sound.

Your Musical Soul Is Like Facets Of A Jewel, And You Stick Out One Facet At A Time ... (and) I Tend To Work Real Hard On Whatever It Is I Do, To Get It Up To Speed, Up To A Professional Level. I Tend To Bury Myself In One Thing For Years At A Time.

Everywhere You Go, There's A Soundtrack. You Can't Really Quite Hear It. It's Just A Little Out Of The Range Of Hearing.

Music Should Be An Elective Experience. You Should Go, "i'm Going To Sit Down And Listen To Some Beethoven, By God," And Then You Get To Hear It.