Nobody loves you when you're down and out.

People asking questions, lost in confusion, well I tell them there's no problem, only solutions.

It's like being possessed: like a psychic or a medium. I felt like a hollow temple filled with many spirits, each one passing through me, each inhabiting me for a little time and then leaving to be replaced by another.

Why should The Beatles give more? Didn't they give everything on God's earth for ten years? Didn't they give themselves?

Your inside is out and your outside is in.

The Beatles had gone beyond comprehension. We were smoking marijuana for breakfast. We were well into marijuana and nobody could communicate with us, because we were just glazed eyes, giggling all the time.

The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean, is there something wrong with society that's making us so pressurized, that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it?