Imagine All Of Us Living In Peace,

You Feel Alone If You're The Only One Thinking 'wouldn't It Be Nice If There Was Peace And Nobody Was Getting Killed.' So Advertise Yourself That You're For Peace If You Believe In It.

No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky Is Gonna Mother Hubbard Soft Soap Me With Just A Pocketful Of Soap.

Everybody Loves You When You're Six Foot In The Ground.

A More Interesting Question Is Not 'why Did They Break Up?' But 'would They Have Gotten Back Together?' ... There's Always A Chance We'd Work Together Again, But I Can't See Us Touring. I Just See Us Making Records.

When I Was A Child I Experienced Moments Of Not Wanting To See The Ugliness, Not Wanting To See Not Being Wanted. This Lack Of Love Went Into My Eyes And Into My Mind.