Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else

Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain.