Nobody Understands Me, I'm Really Sensitive.

Well, The Stuff That Has Become More Commercial Doesn't Have Any Edge.

I Have No Idea Why A Guy Would Bring A Jar Of Peanut Butter To A Concert.

I Smoked This Joint And Then It Hit Me. I Thought, What You Gotta Do Is Play Your Own Simply Blues.

When It Comes To Art, Money Is An Unimportant Detail. It Just Happens To Be A Huge Unimportant Detail.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.