I wonder why men can get serious at all. They have this delicate long thing hanging outside their bodies, which goes up and down by its own will. First of all, having it outside your body is terribly dangerous. If I were a man I would have a fantastic castration complex to the point that I wouldn't be able to do a thing. Second, the inconsistency of it, like carrying a chance time alarm or something. If I were a man I would always be laughing at myself.

Dance in your dream. Go out into the street and hug everyone you meet. Tell them how beautiful they are. Dance together.

You can't always be in awe of someone's talent, living with them.

It's a waste of time to think that if you colored a painting red what might have happened if you painted it black.

I get very sad when I think about Vietnam where there seems to be no choice but violence. This violence goes on for centuries perpetuating itself.

I'm not interested so much in collaboration. You see that from the history of my albums.

Give peace a chance and let's hope that one day we will all live in peace.