When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy.

Love is real, real is love, Love is feeling, feeling love, Love is wanting to be loved. Love is touch, touch is love, Love is reaching, reaching love, Love is asking to be loved. Love is you, You and me, Love is knowing, We can be. Love is free, free is love, Love is living, living love, Love is needing to be loved.

In one way, I was always hip. I was hip in kindergarten. I was different from the others. There was something wrong with me, I thought, because I seemed to see things people didn't see. I always saw things in a hallucinatory way.

Living is Easy with Eyes Closed.

Guilt for being rich, and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn't enough and you have to go and get shot or something.

Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and caressing m

Nobody's ever tried the peace thing, ... We are selling it like soap.