On the good days I write. On the other days I wait for the Muse to come or I try to force it.

All of the punk anthems of my youth were just punk rhetoric. None of those shouters did anything meaningful, and some are still shouting against the wind to this day.

Trevanian wrote that, “… style and form are everything, and substance a passing myth.” Of course you must DO something but it ain’t simply the doing — it’s how you do it.

I also believe I improve by doing what I like. Doing what I am good at, and doing it hard and deep is a tool like any other.

When I knew exactly what I wanted I did everything within my power to achieve it. It wasn’t easy. I would have hated it if it was.

I am not a photographer. I know my way around a camera, the darkroom and the computer. I carry a camera. I point it at things.

What would you do if you could no longer do the thing you use to identify yourself?

It was a life-changing experience that introduced me to my own potential. That day I learned I might actually have the talent to match my ambition.

Nuke the foundation.