We cut up lemons on a chop board because they are good for our voices.
If I'd thought, "I can't really play this instrument," I wouldn't have done it! But I didn't care, you know. I didn't care!
Like a fly bouncing uselessly off a closed window, I'm caught at a moment when the effort of finding new ways to perceive the world feels just out of reach for me.
The longer we live, the more we are obliged to confront the deeper meaning of what it is we do.
Sometimes I'd like everybody who is stuck, or lost, or vacant to stay that way and keep silent for as long as it takes, but that's the critic in me talking.
I had the idea to do an anthology about instrument-making.
Dub music is like a long echo delay, looping through time. . . turning the rational musical order into an ocean of sensation.
I didn't want to engage in a campaign where I was defending myself on those issues at every turn, so I just decided that I'd switch and run as a Republican
You have to think before speaking. That's a quality I'm continuously evolving. For some reason, it seems like I'm bumping my head into the wall a little bit too many times.
I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language - happy, happier, happiest, happiness. What the devil did the words really mean anyway? Why not just the word pleasure, which was far more. . . well, pleasant.