What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing.

She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.

An artist has got to be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he's AT somewhere. You always have to realize that you're constantly in a state of becoming. And, as long as you can stay in that realm you'll sort of be alright.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry