When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.

To be with the others, you have to have your hair short and wear ties. So we’re trying to make a third world happen, you know what I mean?

I have this one little saying, when things get too heavy just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

I wish they’d had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would’ve been straightened out.

I was trying to do too many things at the same time, which is my nature. But I was enjoying it, and I still do enjoy it.

I don’t have nothing to regret at all in the past, except that I might’ve unintentionally hurt somebody else or something.

Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.

It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.