“Oh say, can you see, it’s really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.”

When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

I’m gonna put a curse on you and all your kids will be born completely naked.

Music doesn’t lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.

Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.

I wouldn’t say that I’m the greatest guitarist ever. I’d say probably that I’m the greatest guitarist sitting in this chair.

May I love you away from the evils of today to the dreams of tomorrow, you know heaven has no sorrow.

So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain’t that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

If I live by illusions, you live by excuses.

You’ve got to know much more than the mere technicalities of notes. You’ve got to know sounds and what goes between the notes.

I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.

I have to get involved in my own kind of way ’cause I always want to respect my own judgments. I have to respect my own time.

Be respected as being new, and probably a decent change or a help for the human race or whatever, instead of keep carrying the same old burdens around with you.

I’ve been imitated so well I’ve heard people copy my mistakes.

Genealogists live in the past lane.

We want our sound to go into the soul of the audience, and see if it can awaken some little thing in their minds. ‘Cause there are so many sleeping people.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you’ll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you’re gonna be rewarded.

We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the Earth. Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.

Our entire biological system, the brain, and the Earth itself, work on the same frequencies.

It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.

Independence? That’s middle class blasphemy. We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.

It is easy to proclaim all souls equal in the sight of God; it is hard to make men equal on earth in the sight of men.

It’s a great thing for a man to walk on the moon. But it’s a greater thing for God to walk on the earth.

Nobody on the face of the earth can make you feel inferior without your permission.

Every day above earth is a good day.