The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.

i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.

You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us. All right, now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself, you decide for yourself.

Lord knows I've paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

You should always take the best from the past, leave the worst back there and go forward into the future.

A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.