I'm not at ease with the word "love."

People who had been treated inhumanly, not given a chance to secure any foot on any ladder - and all the social mores were suddenly abandoned.

The truest form of any form of revolutionary left, whatever you want to call it, was Jack Kerouac, E.E. Cummings, and Allan Ginsberg's period. Excuse me but that was where it was at. The hippies, I'm afraid, don't know what's happening.

I don't mind trying it out and making sure something seems to work well.

It makes me sad when I see artists who come alive when they go onstage, because, gee, I really come alive when I'm home.

Time may change me, but I can't trace time.

Ironically, style doesn't come even closely related to fashion. It's got nothing to do [with clothes].