Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn’t insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.
If we took over Britain, then we’d have the job of cleaning up the bourgeoisie and keeping people in a revolutionary state of mind.
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Once the new power has taken over they have to establish a new status quo just to keep the factories and trains running.
The more reality we face, the more we realise that unreality is the main programme of the day. The more real we become, the more abuse we take, so it does radicalise us in a way, like being put in a corner. But it would be better if there were more of us.
You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.
I don’t believe in killing whatever the reason!
I was a great one as a kid for standing and just looking out a window for hours and hours and hours. Now the TV does that for me, except for the view changes immensely.
You’re just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You’ve got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It’s all down to you, mate.
It doesn’t matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I’m a woman or a man.
Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we’re being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I’m liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That’s what’s insane about it.
I found I was having continually to please the sort of people I’d always hated when I was a child. This began to bring me back to reality.
The only reason I went for that goal is that I wanted to say: ‘Now, mummy-daddy, will you love me?’
I’ve always considered my work one piece and I consider that my work won’t be finished until I am dead and buried and I hope that’s a long, long time.
There are a lot of people walking around with long hair now and some trendy middle class kids in pretty clothes. But nothing changed except that we all dressed up a bit, leaving the same bastards running everything.
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
Imagine all of us living in peace, it’s too beautiful to just be a dream.
I’d always felt repressed. We were all so pressurised that there was hardly any chance of expressing ourselves, especially working at that rate, touring continually and always kept in a cocoon of myths and dreams.
Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.
Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live in pain and fear. Why on earth are you there, when you’re everywhere-come and get your share.