I'm Not Afraid Of Terrorism At All.

What Is The Soul? What Color Is It? I Suspected My Soul, Being Mischievous, Might Slip Away While I Was Dreaming And Fail To Return. I Did My Best Not To Fall Asleep, To Keep It Inside Of Me Where It Belonged.

I Just Like Living In Certain Atmospheres. Or I Just Like People As They Are.

Sure I Destroyed My Guitar At Every Concert, But It Was Okay, Because I'd Always Get A Shiny New One The Very Next Day.

Hey Sister, You're Just Moving Too Fast, You're Screwing Up The Quota.

I Personally Am Not Interested In People Trying To Pigeonhole Me.