When the punk thing came along and I heard my friends saying, I hate these people with the pins in their ears. I said, Thank God, something got their attention.

We need to spread out now in the universe. I think in 100 years we'll be living on other planets.

I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.

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

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.

I'm not the same as I was long ago, I've learned some new things and I hope that it shows.

It's cool to go places where working people are happy.