Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach.

don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me

Because the only people for me are the mad ones.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.

Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.