What is love but a prelude to sorrow...with heartache ahead for your goal.

How can you be an artist and not reflect the times?

Through music you can become sad, joyful, loving, you can learn. You can learn mathematics, touch, pacing... Oh my God! Ooh... Wow... You can see colors through music. Anything!

I feel more alive now than I ever have in my life. I have a chance to live, as I've dreamed.

My love is like the wind and wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress, satisfy my hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart for wild is the wind.

I have a cultured manner of speaking.

I think if I were over there in America, protest music would be more important. But I'm not going.