Lyrics
Song lyrics, Aerial (2005), A Sea of Honey (Disc 1)
“Others go to bed with their mistresses; I with my ideas.”
Letter (1890)
“Everything's going to be okay, even though it's all terribly wrong.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-kyp0PQPZY
Interviews
“I am mistress of all the sciences. I go so far beyond all else that my work is called magic.”
Source: Space Chantey (1968), Ch. 6
Context: "I am mistress of all the sciences. I go so far beyond all else that my work is called magic. I manipulate noumena, regarding monads as points of entry tangential to hylomorphism. As to the paradox of Primary Essence being contained in Quiddity, the larger in the smaller, I have my own solution. The difficulty is always in not confusing Contingency with Accidence. Do you understand me?"
"Sure. You're a witch."
The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913), The Crowning Hour
Context: p>Our ways go wide and I know not whither,
But my song will search through the worlds for you,
Till the Seven Seas waste and the Seven Stars wither,
And the dream of the heart comes true.I am out to the roads and the long, long questing,
On dark tides driven, on great winds blown:
I pass the runs of the world, unresting,
I sail to the unknown.</p
-Down and Out
Music
“I'm tryin' to right my wrongs
But it's funny, them same wrongs helped me write this song.”
Touch the Sky
Lyrics, Late Registration (2005)
“A lot of my prophecies about the alienated society are going to come true”
Interview in Heavy Metal (April 1982)
Context: A lot of my prophecies about the alienated society are going to come true … Everybody's going to be starring in their own porno films as extensions of the polaroid camera. Electronic aids, particularly domestic computers, will help the inner migration, the opting out of reality. Reality is no longer going to be the stuff out there, but the stuff inside your head. It's going to be commercial and nasty at the same time, like "Rite of Spring" in Disney's Fantasia … our internal devils may destroy and renew us through the technological overload we've invoked.
“I'll publish right or wrong:
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.”
Source: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809), Line 5.
