I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

The cards are no good that your are holding unless you're from another world.

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

We don't see the people that vice destroys. We just see the glamour of it - everywhere we look, from billboard signs to movies, to newspapers, to magazines. We see the destruction of human life.

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp

Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft