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.

As long as you hate, there will be people to hate.

I don't wear small shoes, or tight pants that squash your balls.

After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.

There's a bottomless heart hooked into all of you and it's wondering how much you care.

If people would just wake up to what's real, there would be no misery in the world. I guess chanting's a pretty good place to start.

Chanting Hare Krishna is really the same sort of thing as meditation, but I think it has a quicker effect. I mean, even if you put your beads down, you can still say the mantra or sing it without actually keeping track on your beads.