It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.

Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.

"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.