New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

Well, I don't know, but I've been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold. I ask you how things could get much worse if the Russians happen to get up there first; Wowee! pretty scary!

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.

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

You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.

Some of the old folk singers used to phrase things in an interesting way, and then, I got my style from seeing a lot of outdoor-type poets, who would recite their poetry. When you don't have a guitar, you recite things differently, and there used to be quite a few poets in the jazz clubs, who would recite with a different type of attitude.