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

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam Golden Eternity & tell a story too

Books, shmooks, this sickness has got me wishing if I can ever get out of this I'll gladly become a millworker and shut my big mouth.

Pretty girls make graves

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.