By combining certain elements of technique which ignite each other I could shit the levels of perception, time-frame structures and systems of rythm which would give my songs a brighter countenance, call them up from the grave [...] It was like parts of my psyche were being communicated to by angels. There was a big fire in the fireplace and the wind was making it roar.

I am mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

I really was never any more than what I was -a folk musician who gazed into the gray mist with tear-blinded eyes and made up songs that floated in a luminous haze.

My big fear was that my guitar would go out of tune.

All I'd ever done was sing songs that were dead straight and expressed powerful new realities. I had very little in common with and knew even less about a generation that I was supposed to be the voice of.

..And songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality, some different republic, some liberated republic.