You can't be 20 on Sugar Mountain.

Wooden ships are a hippie dream, capsized in excess if you know what I mean.

True love opens the gates of time.

It's all very hazy to me now. I'm glad I made it through that stage. It got a little dicey. There were some drugs going on. I remember singing one song for about a day and a half.

Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.

I try not to look back. I'm looking forward. I'm worried more about what I'm going to do next week than I am what I did last week. There are too many things to do. Looking back is for everybody else.

When people start asking you to do the same thing over and over again, that's when you know you're way too close to something that you don't want to be near.