As soon as you start talking about mystique, you have none.

You gotta keep changing. Shirts, old ladies, whatever.

Did He give me the gift of love to say who I could choose? When God made me did He give me the gift of voice so some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion to help my fellow man?

Remember when you used to watch TV in the Sixties and you'd see Perry Como in a cashmere sweater? That's what rock 'n' roll is becoming. It's your parents' music.

Love and only love will endure. Hate is everything you think it is. Love and only love will break it down.

It's stupid to expect perfection from bands because afterall they're just human beings.

The rockets and the satellites, spaceships that we're creating now, we're pollinating the universe.