I've made love to my mother, killed my father, and my brother. What am I to do?

When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic that lets you survive your own war, you'll find that that fire is passion and there's a door up ahead - not a wall.

I think it's pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artists ego.

I can't tell the difference between wrong and right, are you laughing at me?

Bodily changes take place, like the thing with the kick.

Will none of the powers that be realize what Brian Wilson did with the chords. Deftly taking from all sources, old rock, Four Freshman, he got in his records a beautiful hybrid sound - Let Him Run Wild, Don't Worry Baby, I Get Around, Fun, Fun, Fun - 'and she had fun, fun, fun 'till her daddy took her T-bird away.'

I always believed that I have something important to say and I said it.