Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

I Wanted Very Much To Be Miles Davis When I Was A Boy, But Without The Practice. It Just Looked Like An Endless Road.

The Point Is To Strip Down, Get Protestant, Then Even More Naked. Walk Over Scorched Bricks To Find Your Own Soul. Your Heart A Searching Dog In The Rubble.

I Was Always Kind Of Florid. And Full Of Rhetoric. That Was My Flaw. My Whole Time Writing, I've Had To Work Against That Because It Can Be A Wrecking Posture.

I Wouldn't Buy Somebody's Album On A Dare If They Called Him A Musician's Musician. I Don't Write To Be A Writer's Writer. I Don't Want To Be Like The Little-magazine Writer.

The Alcohol Had The Code And Mystery About It As A Writer's Drug, But I'm Glad That's Been Debunked. But The Trouble With The Drinking, Much As I Hate To Admit It, Is It Helped The Work.