In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they're emotionally dead.