You don't necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they're poets. I don't call myself a poet, because I don't like the word. I'm a trapeze artist.

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down you just stood there a grinin

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

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.

You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.