I'd never met a woman I considered as intelligent as me. That sounds bigheaded, but every woman I met was either a dolly-chick, or a sort of screwed-up intellectual chick. And of course, in the field I was in, I didn't meet many intellectual people anyway. I always had this dream of meeting an artist, an artist girl who would be like me. And I thought it was a myth, but then I met Yoko and that was it.

Somehow the revolutionaries must approach the workers because the workers won't approach them. But it's difficult to know where to start; we've all got a finger in the dam. The problem for me is that as I have become more real, I've grown away from most working-class people.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.

Pools of sorrow. Waves of joy.

You're jeans are full of crap. You're full of beans, you're in you teens. You've lost your mama's road map.

A working class hero is something to be.