You Can't Put Down Anybody. You Can

We Slit The Catholic Throat, Stoned The Poor On Such Slogans As Wish You Could Hear And Love Is All We Need.

I Think It's Rather A Waste Of Time Endlessly Singing The Same Songs Every Night For A Year, And It's Just Not What I Want To Do.

By The Mid-'80s, It Was Really Apparent To Me That I Really Needed To Stop Losing Myself In My Work And In My Addictions. What Happens Is You Just Wake Up One Morning And Feel Absolutely Dead. You Can't Even Drag Your Soul Back Into Your Body. You Feel You Have Negated Everything That Is Wonderful About Life. When You Have Fallen That Far, It Feels Like A Miracle When You Regain Your Love Of Life.

It Took Me A Long Time To Reach The Bottom And It Went Through Various Stages. I Went From Drugs Into An Alcohol Stage. For A While, One Feels, "ah, I've Kicked Drugs," But What I Discovered Was I Had Another Addiction Instead.

My Work Is Really The Accumulation Of These Different Moods That I've Had Throughout My Life And Where They've Taken Me. I Start Looking Back, And I Think, I've Actually Created A Life Out Of All This, Out Of These Changes Of Mood. They've Pushed Me Through All These Years, And I Seem To Have A Semblance Of A Life, And If I Look Very Carefully, I Can See Some Thematic Design To It. There's Some Continuity.