If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

She makes love just like a woman.

The one who is not being born is dying.

I don't think there's enough guns.