If I were gay, life would be a lot simpler. I'm kind of annoyed that I'm not.

When you learn that a truth is a lie, anger follows.

I was appalled that the San Francisco ethic didn't mushroom and envelope the whole world into this loving community of acid freaks. I was very naive.

I said I'd be honest, I never said I'd be consistant.

My solo albums were each like a half-finished puzzle; they represented only the beginning of a full picture. Simply put, they were inadequate and incomplete.

I didn't want to write a book. They made me do it.

I collect stuffed animals, and toy stores make me happy.