Famine and disaster, right there in front of you, and the more you watch, the less you do.

It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.

Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

Talk about celestial bodies.

Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.