Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

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.

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language - 'I don't know.' It's terribly embarrassing.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

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

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes - specialize in having fun!