The light from the oncoming train focuses the mind.
Walk tall, or baby don't walk at all.
There's a girl across the bar, I get the message she's sending. Mmm, she ain't looking too married, and me, well, I'm pretending.
I tend to be pessimistic. I want to believe in hope.
I wouldn't be windmilling a Fender Telecaster if it weren't for Pete Townshend.
I think 1960s small-town America was very Lynchian. Everything was there, but underneath, everything was rumbling.