Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

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

Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm encouraging anybody who's ever met me, heard me or even seen me, to get in on the action and scribble their own book. You never know, somebody might have a great book in them.

You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.