We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

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

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run, Tried to hide, Break on through to the other side...

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.