I don't like telephones.
I feel there is a curse on rock stars.
I want fun now, life is here to enjoy, not to complicate and make difficult.
We have a very good head thing but we don't make love.
Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.
If God were to appear in my room, obviously I would be in awe, but I don't think I would be humble. I might cry, but I think he would dig me like crazy.