Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child.

I shall drive my chariot down your street and cry hey it's me.

Somebody's going to hear a song that will key in a nerve or something in their experience that represents their own vision. And the next person is going to see it completely different. So even what it means to me is probably irrelevant. It's totally irrelevant. What matters is what it means to each person listening to it.

I was just getting tired of the image bullshit...that man of mystery trip and what have you. What's that all about?

I just can't stand it [jazz/rock]. It just doesn't sound right to me. It doesn't hit me...it doesn't get me...it just doesn't grab me.

It's all complete instinct and intuition, and that's extremely difficult to teach.

I don't like to condemn people because what that means is that you're only condemning yourself about a part of you that you can't stand.