Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.

I Can't Remember Anything I Ever Wrote.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

The Bands And The Roadies, Love 'em And Leave 'em. It's Pleasure To Try 'em, But Trouble To Keep 'em.