I was anti-intellectual to the nth. Basically I liked to dance and paint, and that was about it.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Rolling Stone hates me. They must have an editorial policy to do me in for many years.

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

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

When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws.

A little lawyer on the tube, he said, its so easy now, anyone can sue.