Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.

In terms of fiction, I'd rather go out and have a good time than read a book about someone having a good or bad time.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.

When I was 19 I went to art school. I had six months of teaching myself to play baritone ukulele under my belt so I was sort of a novice folkie... I was singing folk songs at that time.

My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.

The rock & roll industry is very incestuous, and we have all been close at one time or another. A lot of beautiful music and a lot of beautiful times came from that. A lot of pain, too, because, inevitably, different relationships broke up.