Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. Obviously that can only work at moments. It can't be a lasting thing. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.

I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.