Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.

My love ,she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful, yet she's true.

I think a poet is anybody who wouldn't call himself a poet.

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.