Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.

I love Country Music but what happened to it?

Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.

I was down in the sewer with some little lover.

And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71

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?