The world went mad and used us as an excuse.

You know the way people begin to look like their dogs? Well, we're beginning to look like each other.

if everyone could just be happy with themselves and the choices people around them make, the world would instantly be a better place!

I always was a rebel...but on the other hand, I wanted to be loved and accepted...and not just be a loudmouth, lunatic, poet, musician. But I cannot be what I am not.

People like me are aware of their so-called genius at ten, eight, nine.

Work is life, you know, and without it, there's nothing but fear and insecurity.

That radicalism (of the '70s) was phony, really, because it was out of guilt. I'd always felt guilty that I made money, so I had to give it away or lose it. I don't mean I was a hypocrite. When I believe, I believe right down to the roots.