Surfing music is dead. It was just a summer craze for kids on the beach. I'm finished with it.

I consider myself to be a crusader of love. I try to spread love around the world as best I can because I know I have a handle on love.

I get off on hearing other people's voices. I like voices: they're my favourite things on records.

I hate those old falsettos, I really do, and it's embarrassing since I've grown up.

I'm just a shy and retreating kind of person. Sometimes I get in a real talkative mood - but not very often.

I like the piano - I'm always about 15 feet away from a piano.

Every now and then I hear voices in my head, but not very clear. I can't understand what they are saying. It's a mental illness. I have been diagnosed as a manic depressive.