In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?

I never saw myself as a folk singer.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

Maybe in the 90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the 80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that's going on right now in a big way.