Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

America is two Mack trucks colliding on a superhighway because all the drivers are on amphetamines.

Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.

When they show the destruction of society on color TV, I want to be able to look out over Los Angeles and make sure they get it right.

The final story, the final chapter of Western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.

One good song with a message can bring a point more deeply to more people than a thousand rallies.

It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.