I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.

Whenever anybody does something in a big way, it's always rejected at home and accepted someplace else.

Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.

But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.

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

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise