By the early '70s I had gotten reasonable and I started to get in hundreds of groups that rehearsed and never played at all. I mean, the most important thing was to look good and have a great name.

It's very schizophrenic because I like a lot of very straight pop, like Small Faces, Stones, Kinks; and on the other hand, I like a lot of avant garde things.

You may leave school, but it never leaves you.

We do this for the art, not the adulation. I'd rather our music get liked and we get ignored. I don't want to be adored for anything other than the music.

I felt pressured by continuous touring.

It's sort of what jazz would be if it stopped being snobby and what rock would be if it stopped being stupid.

The early gigs were pretty panicky - and great, sweaty fun. We were brand new to most people, and they were willing to take anything brand new, for the first time in years.

For a heart without love is a song with no words And a tune to which no one is listening So your heart must give love and you'll find that You shine like rain on the leaves you'll be glistening.

People will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it.

I suppose my father was more influential in my starting to play the guitar.

My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever.

Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it.

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

There can be no forced inspiration.

Only those blinded by greed would refuse to let a friend make a copy.

For me, living in the closet corroded my ability to have an honest, open relationship with my God, my loved ones, my constituency and myself.

I don't think that I can be settled and I don't think that I would ever want to be.

Imprisoned professors taught imprisoned students free theology.

Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his conceit; And some errors never would have thriven, had it not been for learned refutation.

Jesus experienced homelessness at Christmas so that we could experience a love we could never lose.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.