I wanted to imbue Ziggy with real flesh and blood and muscle, and it was imperative that I find Ziggy and be him.

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.

The ground was all flesh and blood.

What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know.

I find only freedom in the realms of eccentricity.

I wanted to prove the sustaining power of music.