The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move.

Hold it, Doc, a world war passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane.

Jesus, that ear. He should donate it to The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you couldn't make his records if you had a hundred tracks today.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.

What politics I ever learned, I learned in the streets, because it was part of the environment.