I don't know if I know anyone, with the exception of the early inventors of rock music [who wasn't influenced by something].

Most artists I know consider themselves to be phonies, along with the feeling that there's something that you're doing is essential, essential to communicate, and deeply, deeply real.

I guess my view of America is of a real bighearted country, real compassionate.

I leave pansies, the symbolic flower of freethought, in memory of the Great Agnostic, Robert Ingersoll, who stood for equality, education, progress, free ideas and free lives, against the superstition and bigotry of religious dogma. We need men like him today more than ever. His writing still inspires us and challenges the 'better angels' of our nature, when people open their hearts and minds to his simple, honest humanity. Thank goodness he was here.

Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.

I'm laughing at you, you're laughing at me.

I would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darling, than know the emptiness that your heart must hide.