I like Fidel Castro and his beard.

The radio makes hideous sounds.

Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young.

One should never be where one does not belong.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

Money doesn't exist because I don't recognize it.