We are eternal. All this pain is an illusion.

If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.

Most of my songs are love ballads and things to do with sadness and torture and pain.

People, whether they know it or not, like their blues singers miserable. They like their blues singers to die afterwards.

The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?