My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

I kept talking to my producers at Columbia about recording one of those [prison] shows. So we went into Folsom on February 11, 1968, and recorded a show live.

I don't want to die but I ain't keen on living either.