No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

I forgot more than you'll ever know.

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

There ought to be a law about you coming around.

Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.

You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.