The artists always reflect the times, so there's a lot to think about, a lot of unknowns, a lot of things that are describable. This is the closest I've seen to the kind of ambience that made the '60s happen. It's not about the artist having a responsibility to do anything. They have to be artists and express themselves and everything will work out fine.

The true martial artist yields to the weak, while withstanding the strong.

And as an afterthought, this too must be told: Some people have taken pure bullshit and turned it into gold.

You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star.

Crazy friends provide for crazy times, and such crazy times we're had.

Give a hippie too much money and anything can happen.

Holding back is so close to stealing.