Be respected as being new, and probably a decent change or a help for the human race or whatever, instead of keep carrying the same old burdens around with you.

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

Happiness is within you... so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow- like the sweet flower you are. I know the answer- just spread your wings and set yourself free.

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

Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.

The sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea.

I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.