When I Cannot Sing My Heart, I

From This Moment On I Know Exactly Where My Life Will Go: Seems That All I Really Was Doing Was Waiting For Love.

Yoko [ono] Was Showing Me Some Of These Haiku In The Original. The Difference Between Them And Long Fellow Is Immense. Instead Of A Long Flowery Poem The Haiku Would Say 'yellow Flower In White Bowl On Wooden Table' Which Gives You The Whole Picture.

I Always Was A Rebel...but On The Other Hand, I Wanted To Be Loved And Accepted...and Not Just Be A Loudmouth, Lunatic, Poet, Musician. But I Cannot Be What I Am Not.

I Think It's False, Shallow, To Be Giving To Others When Your Own Need Is Great. The Idea Is Not To Comfort People, Not To Make Them Feel Better But To Make Them Feel Worse, To Constantly Put Before Them The Degradations And Humiliations They Go Through To Get What They Call A Living Wage.

I Don't Have Any Romanticism About Any Part Of My Past. I Think Of It Only Inasmuch As It Gave Me Pleasure Or Helped Me Grow Psychologically. That Is The Only Thing That Interests Me About Yesterday. I Don't Believe In Yesterday, By The Way. You Know I Don't Believe In Yesterday. I Am Only Interested In What I Am Doing Now.