You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.

For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.