"I was driving over Mulhulland Pass on the San Diego freeway, you know, middle of nowhere at about two o'clock in the morning, when I just got like these waves — literally, I mean I never had a feeling quite like it — just waves of well-being. Just tingling. It's like I really knew who I was, who I am. Not that you can't change it or whatever. But that's who I am: that's my pleasure and that's my place in life. To ride around in a car in Los Angeles has become like one of my great pleasures. I'd almost rather be doing that than anything else I can think of."