I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.

The purpose of art is to stop time.

Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

There are things I could say. But I don't.

I failed to communicate, that's why I chose to leave