When I was a really young child, I felt like I could see fairies. I was convinced there were fairies in my grandmother's garden.

People said, ‘You must be mad, or on drugs,’ which I found a bit disappointing. What about imagination? It reflects our time that people sooner assume you’re on drugs or mad, rather than free.

No means yes in grasshopper language.

Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.

It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!

All my friends got dogs and cats for Christmas, and I got a starfish called Roy. I used to take him down to the park on a lead.

When I'm 70 I might be a man in a park just wandering around, speaking in tongues with kids throwing bread at me.

Never try and go on a solo mission on your own.

I've had a really weird day, some joker threw bamboo in the penguin enclosure. They all vaulted out. It was a nightmare, it took me all morning to get them back in.

I don't really like jokes in a way. I mean gags are fine but I like weird moments where what you have isn't really a joke, just tiny moments.

I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved.

Let us learn to see the beauty of life. Let us learn to appreciate and forgive. This is when we will find peace everywhere.

For a finite being, an infinite path has no meaning!

I regard the Klan, the Anglo-Saxon clubs and White American societies, as far as the Negro is concerned, as better friends of the race than all other groups of hypocritical whites put together.

My phone is trying to kill me. It is a battery-charged rectangle of disappointment and possibility. It is a technological pacifier.

My own hobbies are rather quiet. I like to read and do needlework, and I love animals.

When you are happy it is harder to write [songs].

Montreal is a great town. There's equal parts blue-collar town.

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had.

Jews and Gypsies were well-nigh the only Diasporas in 19th century Europe. Now go to London, it is a collection of Diasporas.