I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.

Millions of mind guerrillas, raising the spirit of peace and love, not war.

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

Reporter lady: What's that color? John: Hm. I'd call this a color!

I'd always felt repressed. We were all so pressurised that there was hardly any chance of expressing ourselves, especially working at that rate, touring continually and always kept in a cocoon of myths and dreams.

Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friends

I realized that kids everywhere go for the same stuff; and seeing as we'd done it in England, there's no reason why we couldn't do it in America too.