Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.

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, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

All games contain the idea of death.

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