If a car comes past me in a traffic jam with a boom box going, I jump out of my skin. Those big booming basses. I'm just more sensitive to noise these days.

In one way, I'm never going to get out of this material world unless it's by His grace but then again, His grace is relative to the amount of desire I can manifest in myself.

Try to realize it's all within yourself no one else can make you change, and to see you're only very small and life flows on within you and without you.

I believe love - and its feminine, though not necessarily female, counterpart, romance, is a private thing. It's something I'm not willing to share with the public.

Whatever you've done, you get it back, so you can either go on, or you can blow it.

It doesn't really matter what chords I play, what words I say or time of day it is, as it's only a Northern Song.

I keep stacks of Autobiography of a Yogi around the house, and I give it out constantly to people. When people need 'regrooving,' I say read this, because it cuts to the heart of every religion.