Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

To be with the others, you have to have your hair short and wear ties. So we're trying to make a third world happen, you know what I mean?

Telephone message on his manager's answering machine shortly before dying of heroin overdose: I need help bad, man.

Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.

Of course war is horrible, but at present it's still the only guarantee of peace.

... with Voodoo Child somebody was filming when we started doing that. We did that about three times because they wanted to film us in the studio, to make us (imitates a pompous voice) 'make it look like you're recording boys' - one of them scenes, you know, so okey, let's play this and then we went into Voodoo Child

Looks like my baby dont live here no more...thats alright, ive still got my guitar..I might as well go back over yonder, way back across the hills, if my baby dont love me no more....i know her...sister will