Once you're dead, you're made for life.

It's up to the people. If they really want to keep it going, they'll keep it going... they'll appreciate the music.

We take our last look at the killing noise.

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.

The Telecaster has two sounds - a good one and a bad one.

I want to play music that draws a picture of the world and its space.

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