I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.

It's not a house, it's a home.

How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?

He not busy being born is busy dying.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.