The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

Man, I'm sick of doubt.

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.