Tame birds sing of freedom. Wild birds fly.

In Western-style Communism we would have to create an almost imaginary workers' image of themselves as the father-figure.

Now, in the sixties we were naive, like children. Everybody went back to their rooms and said 'We didn't get a wonderful world of just flowers and peace and happy chocolate, and it won't be just pretty and beautiful all the time,' and just like babies everyone went back to their rooms and sulked. 'We're going to stay in our rooms and play rock and roll and not do anything else, because the world's a nasty horrible place, because it didn't give us everything we cried for.' Right? Crying for it wasn't enough.

Imagine there's no varmints. It isn't hard to do.

A more interesting question is not 'Why did they break up?' but 'Would they have gotten back together?' ... There's always a chance we'd work together again, but I can't see us touring. I just see us making records.

It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I'm a woman or a man.

Life doesn't imitate art...it is art!