We're now the results of our past actions, and in the future we'll be the results of the actions we're performing now.

You're asking me will my love grow. I don't know, I don't know. You stick around now it may show. I don't know, I don't know

Brainless writers gossip nonsense to others heads as dense as they is.

Throughout much of our lives, our association with the temporary has risen. This transitory body, a sack of bones and flesh, is considered erroneously as our true body and we have accepted this temporary condition as conclusive.

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.

We are all one, I mean communication, just the realisation of human love reciprocated, it's such a gas, it's a good vibration which makes you feel good. These vibrations that you get through Yoga, Cosmic chants and things like that. I mean it's such a buzz, it buzzes you out of everywhere. It's nothing to do with pills or anything like that. It's just in your own head, the realisation, it's such a buzz, it buzzes you right into the astral plane.

I consider myself perfectly normal, and I don't know of any part of my life that would be so unusual as to interest the idly curious.