We came to South America originally because we were invited down. They wanted four wholesome lads to play some nice music. Now I'd like to buy up the entire continent and install myself as President.

Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned. May not one lost soul be permitted to abstain?

We're like bad architecture and old whores. Eventually you become respectable.

We've been trying to sell out for years. Problem is that no one was buying.

Has success ruined the Grateful Dead? Yeah.

It is pretty tough to reshape human society in an after-dinner speech.