In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.

Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

You're better than no one and no one is better than you.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.