Here is my theory on this one. If you write things down, if there is a mystery and you try and explain it, once you've written it down for permanent, in due time, it'll be proven stupid.

The saddest thing is that when I sat down to rehearse for the Pixies, I couldn't believe that I had given up something that I loved. Now I hold the drum at night and I want to go to bed with it.

It's easy. You draw a red line on the ground, right? Then you wait for a chicken to come along. When he arrives, he puts his beak right on the line and he's hypnotized!

Hey - how can I find a head of wild lettuce? Where does it grow?

You flip a coin and you lie in bed and that's a long good-bye - you know?

When you meet your friends, especially, you notice how different you are. Everything from your clothing to the places you like to hang out. The other night a friend of mine said, 'So Mr. Rock Star how come you haven't been keeping in touch?' And I thought, 'Sod that! You haven't written to me either'.