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

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

She makes love just like a woman.

It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

The real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don't think they have titles.

Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged in this kind of thing before, but yes I think it can be very easily done.