Freedom is like a man who kills himself Each night, an incessant butcher, whose knife Grows sharp in blood.
It made me high. It really did.
Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives
I'd spent five hours that morning trying to write a song that was meaningful and good, and I finally gave up and lay down. Then, "Nowhere Man" came, words and music, the whole damn thing, as I lay down. . . Song writing is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won't let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you're allowed sleep.
Whenever in doubt, turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream.
I don't believe in killing whatever the reason!
I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40.
I'm a total junk food-er.
Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Love is larger than the walls which shut it in.
The art of love-giving and taking become one.