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„Я люблю рок-н-ролл. Это невероятная революционная форма самовыражения, способная изменить человека так, что он сам себя перестает узнавать. Впрочем, я вынужден признать: в рок-н-ролле очень много говна. Очень.“

„Я хочу думать, что Богу все равно, верят в него люди или нет, говорят о нем или молчат. Он — Бог, и он не должен интересоваться такими мелочами.“

„Мир — дерьмо, но в нем много поводов любить.“

„Меня угнетает тот факт, что большинство людей полагает, будто Господь существует, чтобы служить им и всячески помогать. Для них Господь — это мальчик-портье из космоса, которого можно позвать в любой момент, когда он тебе потребуется. Почему-то они никак не могут понять, что Господь существует затем, чтобы давать нам возможность и силы разобраться в наших делах самим.“

“If you're involved with imagination and the creative process, it's not such a difficult thing to believe in a God. But I'm not involved in any religions, and I've never intended to make religious records or records that preach some kind of point of view.”

“My body is a monster driven insane,
My heart is a fish toasted in flames.”

“Ah've cried one thousand tears, it's true.”

“The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud,
Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a little girl,
Yeah, I recognize that girl,
She stumbled in some time last loneliness,
But I could not stand to touch her now,
My one and only onlyness.”

“Here comes the Judgement train! Git on board!”

“Rats in paradise! Rats in paradise!”

“In the days of madness, my brother, my sister,
When you're dragged toward the Hell-mouth,
You will beg for the end, but there ain't gonna be one, friend,
For the grave will spew you out! It will spew you out!”

“King Ink feels like a bug,
Swimming in a soup-bowl.”

“The concept of God in America is very different than it is in England. Because we see the horrendous outcome of religion as being an American thing, in which the name of God has been hijacked by a gang of psychopaths and bullies and homophobes, and the name of God has been used for their own twisted agendas. So that if you mention God, or a belief in God, in England, it's almost automatically associated with that kind of thinking. Religion's gotten a really bad name.”

“Oh, a passing, skeptical kind of interest. I'm a hammer-and-nails kind of guy.”

“The spears of the bright sun, all brave with its conquest,
Did hover unearthly, in banners of fire.
I knelt in the garden, awash with the dawning,
And a voice came so brightly, I covered my eyes.”

“When ya done ransackin' his room,
Grabbin' any-damn-thing that shines,
Throw the scraps down on the street,
Like all his books and his notes.
All his books and his notes and all the junk that he wrote,
The whole fucken lot goes right up in smoke.”

“Along crags and sunless cracks I go,
Up rib of rock, down spine of stone,
I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle,
Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle.”

“I am the black crow king,
Keeper of the forgotten corn,
The King!”

“The thing about being young is that you think you're the final product of evolution. You are invincible. And nothing can hurt you. And people don't count. Ah, the solipsism of youth.”

“Hit it! With words like Blood, Soldier and Mother…”

“The carny had a horse, all skin and bone,
A bow-backed nag, that he named "Sorrow",
Now it is buried in a shallow grave,
In the then parched meadow.”

“O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long,
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer,
Life is but a dream!”

“Tupelo-o-o! Hey, Tupelo! You will reap just what you sow.”

“The actualising of God through the medium of the love song remains my prime motivation as an artist.”

“Of course I doubt [the existence of God], I would distrust anybody who didn't doubt. But I'm a believer. I have an understanding and belief in the divinity of things. It seems to me that people look at God in the wrong way. They think that God is there to serve them, but it's the other way around. God isn't some kind of cosmic bell-boy to be called upon to sort things out for us. It's important for us to realise that God has given us the potential to sort things out on our own.”

“King Ink strolls into town…
He sniffs around.”

“O poor heart, I was doomed from the start,
Doomed to play the villian's part,
I was the baddest Johnny in the apple cart,
My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun's heart.”

“Punishment? Reward! Punishment? Reward!”

“Here is the hammer, that build the scaffold, and built the box…”

“Tallys up his loneliness, notch by notch,
For the sea offers nuthin' to hold or touch.”

“Although I've never been an atheist, there are periods when I struggled with the whole thing. As someone who uses words, you need to able to justify your belief with language, I'd have arguments and the atheist always won because he'd go back to logic. Belief in God is illogical, it's absurd. There's no debate. I feel it intuitively, it comes from the heart, a magical place. But I still I fluctuate from day to day. Sometimes I feel very close to the notion of God, other times I don't. I used to see that as a failure. Now I see it as a strength, especially compared to the more fanatical notions of what God is. I think doubt is an essential part of belief.”

“I hear stories from the chamber,
How Christ was born into a manger,
And like some ragged stranger died up on the cross,
And might I say it seems to fitting in its way,
He was a carpenter by trade,
Or at least that's what I'm told.”

“Well saturday gives what sunday steals,
And a child is born on his brother's heels,
Come sunday morn the first-born is dead,
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red.”