You can take as much as you can from the generation that has preceded you, but then it's up to you to make something new.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

Right around the end of the fifties, college students and young people in general, began to realize that this music was almost like a history of our country - this music contained the real history of the people of this country.

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.

I never was a very good singer.

I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.