I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut.

We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

The silence was an intense roar.