Sometimes you wonder, I mean really wonder. I know we make our own reality, and we always have a choice, but how much is preordained? Is there always a fork in the road, and are there two preordained paths that are equally preordained? There could be hundreds of paths where one could go this way or that way -- there's a chance, and it's very strange sometimes.

Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping.

If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that's his problem. Love and peace are eternal.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

What Can I Tell You about Myself which You Have Not Already Found Out from Those Who Do Not Lie?

I cannot be what I am not.

I was different, I was always different. Why didn't anybody notice me?