“Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with.”

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.

How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don’t really want to be free?

They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit

Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up.

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language – ‘I don’t know.’ It’s terribly embarrassing.

Twentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality.

They grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are.

Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.

A person has to be willing to give up everything—not just wealth. All the bullshit he’s been taught—all society’s brainwashing.

Whatever talent I had, I’m sure it helped that my parents were in the business and that I grew up around actors, comedians and directors.

My parents taught me: Do not rely on a man. Not rely on it that you get married and it pays for you. That’s what I figured. I have always paid my own bills.

…I had to point at Hanna. But the finger I pointed at her turned back to me. I had loved her. I tried to tell myself that I had known nothing of what she had done when I chose her.

In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.

Both of my parents are surfers, of course, so they understood where my passion for surfing was at and I guess they saw the talent that I had.

My parents, products of the Great Depression, were successful people, but lived in a state of constant fear that my sister and I, and they, would sink into the kind of economic insecurity that their generation knew so well.

My parents were not pushy or anything like that. I think my mom was still expecting me to be an astronaut, but now she is very happy that I’m not doing that.

Although I was born to famous parents, I know and feel the problems of ordinary citizens.