He was just really spontaneous, and it was just exciting. I was having — Jeff Buckley

"Everything I ever projected to be, it was—even the stinky, ratty, vomity part of it. Everybody has to do the subway. Everybody has to smell the same smells. And people get mad all the time. When people don’t like something, like ‘Get out of my way you blah, blah, blah.’ But [in L.A.] it’s like, ‘How ya doing? Let’s do lunch! I love you!’"

"RR: Whenever Ive seen you play here in New York at or Fez, people sit there mesmerized. JB: People werent into it at first. I had to fight to be heard. Then I had to stop fighting. Whole months would go by where people would just be talking. I even got a headache from a performance one time. RR: What changed? JB: I learned how to use everything in the room as the music. A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it. So if people are talking, I let them talk. That just means theyre part of the music. I even had to learn the noise the dishwasher makes at this little cafe; I had to play in B-flat, or it wouldnt sound right. RR: I want to talk about another Michael. I read a review that compared your recent EP, , with Michael Boltons new record. JB: Oh, my God! Oh, shit, thats really disgusting! RR: It gets worse. They said he has succeeded in taking from the tradition of African American soul and blues singers in a way that you have miserably failed. JB: Really? But the thing is, Im not taking from that tradition. I dont want to be black. Michael Bolton desperately wants to be black, black, black. He also sucks."

"Dr. Drew: What will you remember most about the 90s? Sebastian Bach: The album Grace by Jeff Buckley. Unless youve heard it, you wouldnt know why. Dr. Drew: Whats your favorite album for a night of steamy monkey love? Sebastian Bach: Jeff Buckleys Grace is the most romantic, sensual album Ive heard in my life."

"AV: You grew up in , what was that like? JB: From womb to tomb, its thug country. Im amazed that I had any friends at all. People grow up repressed from the spirit, day by day by day. Cable TV, its fucked. Its misogyny, its birth, death, work, its misery, its power. Its fuckin hicks. And thats what I grew up with. I was rootless trailer trash. Now I prefer the to any place on the planet. I can be who I am here. I couldnt do it anyplace I lived as a child. I never fit in , even though my roots are there."

"and and , all dark, all romantic. When I say "romantic," I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesnt know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, and that can mean vast things. That sort of mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song."

"He tapped into something...and he was the conduit...and it makes me think of this: where does art come from; where does a true genius come from?"

"At one point a heated discussion arose over the possible interpretation of Lolita as a grandiose metaphor of the classic Europeans hopeless love for young, seductive, barbaric America. In his afterword to the novel Nabokov himself mentions this as the naive theory of one of the publishers who turned the book down. And although there cant be the slightest doubt that Nabokov did not mean to limit Lolita to that interpretation, there is no reason to exclude it as one of the novels many dimensions. The point, I felt, became obvious when one drew the line between Lolita as a delightfully frivolous story on the verge of pornography and Lolita as a literary masterpiece, the only convincing love story of our century."

"Lovely food, for rabbits, that is."

"One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved."

"[explaining to Ernie how April apologized to him] She just showed up at the factory, took off her coat, and begged me to take her. We made love in a way that Ive only ever seen in nature films."

"Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised."

"He was obeyed, yet he inspired neither love nor fear, nor even respect. He inspired uneasiness. That was it! Uneasiness. Not a definite mistrust — just uneasiness — nothing more. You have no idea how effective such a... a... faculty can be. He had no genius for organizing, for initiative, or for order even. That was evident in such things as the deplorable state of the station. He had no learning, and no intelligence. His position had come to him — why? Perhaps because he was never ill . . . He had served three terms of three years out there . . . Because triumphant health in the general rout of constitutions is a kind of power in itself."