When the good times come around, they gallup in like wild horses. You just try to stay on them for as long as you can. And when they throw you offyou just wait in the shade until they come around again.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

Mirror that lies, mirror that lies, that can't be me in the gorilla disguise.

The weather is here Wish you were beautiful.