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

In order to change the world, you have to get your head together first.

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

There was a period when I stopped talking so much, because I was just going through certain things. I just did the gigs and just stayed in, tried to stay away.

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

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.

A person would have to change himself in order to be a living example of what he's singing about.