Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.

Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

We gotta stop smokin', stop, stop. I mean cigarette smoking.

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

Lots of the things we do are dangerous, but life itself is dangerous; nothing is really worth bothering with that isn't full of danger

Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.

My own thing is in my head. I hear sounds and if I don't get them together nobody else will.