I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.

What is the impulse that drove to direct? To me, it seems so immense. Just having a rock 'n' roll band, or to go from the solitude of writing and to having to collaborate, is almost schizophrenic.

Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.

I'm here right now and I want now to be the greatest time.

I'm not really a musician. I'm a performer and I love rock 'n' roll.

Sure I destroyed my guitar at every concert, but it was okay, because I'd always get a shiny new one the very next day.

I longed to read everything I possibly could, and the things I read in turn produced new yearnings.