My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

Don't know which one is worse, doing your own thing or just being cool.

I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.