At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

There used to be this real sense of community integrity in rock. It has really eroded. Everyone seems to be on their own now.

Time to move on, time to get going. What lies ahead I have no way of knowing. But under my feet, baby, grass is growing.

I don't believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there.

We could move catalog, if he'd only die quicker.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

When you kill somebody's little sister with a missile, he's going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.