I like Fidel Castro and his beard.

It was [meeting with Nicolas Sarkozy] like looking at my mirror image.

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

The longer you live, the better you get.

I was headed for the fantastic lights. No doubt about it. Could it be that I was being deceived? Not likely. I don't think I had enough imagination to be deceived; had no false hope, either. I'd come from a long ways off and had started from a long ways down. But now destiny was about to manifest itself. I felt like it was looking right at me and nobody else.