A voice expressing emotion in a musical way moves on. It's like the finale of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) - the world turns in on itself, as a universe unto itself, in the shape of one human being.

The greatest musical instrument given to a human being is the voice.

What is a human being? Nothing, but a hidden cosmos.

I'm dealing in rock'n'roll. I'm, like, I'm not a bona fide human being.

But a human being, she, she, cannot simply exist; she is a hurricane, every thought bending and crossing its coherence inside her, nothing will let her be, not for a moment. Every emotion, every thought, is invaded by another.

My bacteria glow in the dark - no human being doesn't like that.