The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

They'll crucify you for staying the same, and they'll crucify you for change. I'd rather be crucified for changing.

Back then, I didn't have a big organization around me. I was just a kid with a guitar, traveling around. My responsibility basically was to the art, and I had extra time on my hands. There is no extra time now. There isn't enough time.

Applause, applause, life is our cause.

The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.

Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.