Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.

Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.

After a while you earn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

Anybody can be specific and obvious. That's always been the easy way. It's not that it's so difficult to be unspecific and less obvious; it's just that there's nothing, absolutely nothing, to be specific and obvious about.

Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.