And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.