Purple haze all in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

I wanted to be listened to. I don't know if they were or not, though.

I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.

Sometimes the music people put you into these big, rush things.

I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.

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

Life is Quicker Than a Blink of an Eye