He laid it on George, me and our wives without telling us at a dinner party at his house. He was a friend of George's, and our dentist at the time. He just put it in our coffee or something. He didn't know what it was, it was just, 'It's all the thing,' with the middle-class London swingers. They had all heard about it and didn't know it was different from pot or pills. And they gave it to us, and he was saying, 'I advise you not to leave,' and we thought he was trying to keep us for an orgy in his house and we didn't want to know.

It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.

Songwriting is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed.

Will the people in the cheaper seats clap your hands? And the rest of you, if you'll just rattle your jewelry.

Jesus was all right, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It's them twisting it that ruins it for me.

There's nothing you can know that isn't known.