Dealing with my own life takes priority over other people dealing with my life.

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.

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

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

The harmonica is the world's best-selling musical instrument. You're welcome.