There's so much talk about the drug generation and songs about drugs. That's stupid. They aren't songs about drugs; they're about life.
“Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.”
“High-level, big-deal publicity has a way of getting old for me, but what never fails to thrill me is when I make personal appearances.”