...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

I've been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove.

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.

"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

I'll be selling tickets for my next tour exclusively through Jonah Lehrer. Make sure to pay cash.