It Is An Outrage That

I Don't Want To Be Like You. I Look For The Pure Of Heart, And The Ones That Have Made A Start.

The Media Is To Blame For Everything, For All The Misconceptions About The Movement, But In A Sense It Didn't Really Matter If They Said Something Good Or Bad, Because Krishna Consciousness Always Seemed To Transcend That Barrier Anyway. The Fact That The Media Was Letting People Know About Krishna Was Good In Itself.

We Don't, As A Collective Life On This Planet, All Get Groovy Together Or All Sink Into Ignorance Together. One By One We Liberate Our Souls, Our Individual Souls, From The Cycle By Our Own Realizations.

I Remember Thinking I Just Want More. This Isn't It. Fame Is Not The Goal. Money Is Not The Goal. To Be Able To Know How To Get Peace Of Mind, How To Be Happy, Is Something You Don't Just Stumble Across. You've Got To Search For It.

The Art School Party In Liverpool, In A Flat In The Students' Accomdation, Was The First All Night Party I Ever Went To...i Puked Up Next Morning. Cynthia Was There, And I Remember Saying Drunkenly To Her 'i Wish I Had A Nice Girl Like You'