“Nothing left to do but smile.”

In my own musical existence I don’t feel that being a guitar player is like the best thing on earth to be. I would rather be a balanced musician.

Sometimes the lights all shining on me, other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long strange trip it’s been.

We are experiencing a real confusion here in the United States, you know. Why is it OK to drink, but it’s not OK to take drugs?

The pursuit of happiness is an overview kind of thing. It’s not in the Bill of Rights.

If you go into a complete, like a cyberspace model of some type, in which… you know the discussion about the mind and the interaction between the mind and the universe as a holographic phenomenon.

For me, the lame part of the Sixties was the political part, the social part. The real part was the spiritual part.

We would all like to be able to live an uncluttered life, a simple life, a good life.

I think that America is in danger of losing its adventurous spirit in the cause of some kind of illusion of safety, or substitute of law and order there.

Nobody stopped thinking about those psychedelic experiences. Once you’ve been to some of those places, you think, ‘How can I get back there again but make it a little easier on myself?’

Nobody wants to get hurt. Nobody wants to hurt anybody. We would all like to be able to live an uncluttered life.

You listen to a politician making a speech, and it is like hearing nothing. Whereas, music is unmistakably music.

The implications, to me, are immense. I mean, how far can it go?

Whistle through your teeth and spit cuz, it’s Alright

It doesn’t matter what their music is, you can find something that you can play together, with what their culture is.

Live life expecting the worst, hoping for the best, and living for the future!

We’re not thinking about any kind of power. We’re not thinking about any kind of struggles. We’re not thinking about revolution or war or any of that. That’s not what we want.

I see all these old people who don’t have anything to do but eat, drink and sleep.

The past is but the past of a beginning.

What is art but a way of seeing?

The problem in Afghanistan is really not so much land as water. It’s a dry country with ample amounts of water running through it, but not to good enough effect.

I probably should put a little more energy into it.

But more subtly the written press, are quite spectacular powers of unreason and ignorance.

For this occurs just as clay is first molded into one, then shaped into another form, for the Devil is a potter and his witches are but clay.

And trust dies from ifs and buts