He not busy being born is busy dying.

She knows there's no success like failure, and that failure's no success at all.

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

I was never a topical songwriter.

I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.