It's Weird Not To Be Weird.

We're Crazy About This City. First Time We Came Here, We Walked The Streets All Day, All Over Town And Nobody Hassled Us. People Smiled, Friendly-like, And We Knew We Could Live Here. We'd Like To Keep Our Place In Greenwich Village And Have An Apartment Here, God And The Immigration Service Willing. Los Angeles? That's Just A Big Parking Lot Where You Buy A Hamburger For The Trip To San Francisco.

There Is Nothing Conceptually Better Than Rock 'n' Roll. No Group, Be It Beatles, Dylan Or Stones, Have Ever Improved On Whole Lot Of Shaking For My Money. Or Maybe I'm Like Our Parents: That's My Period And I Dig It And I'll Never Leave It.

My Teacher Asked Me What I Want To Be When I Grow Up, I Said Happy. She Told Me I Don't Understand The Assignment, I Told Her She Doesn't Understand Life.

There Is No Denying That We Are Still Living In The Capitalist World. I Think That In Order To Survive And To Change The World, You Have To Take Care Of Yourself First. You Have To Survive Yourself.

God Is A Concept By Which We Measure Our Pain.