Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

Because the only people for me are the mad ones.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut.

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