Lights are glowing in the palm trees.

Therapy is extremely expensive. Popping bubble wrap is radically cheap.

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

There will always be those who feel more comfortable not venturing from the warmth of the hearth, but there are those who prefer to look out the window and wonder what is beyond the horizon.

Our children may save us if they are taught to care properly for the planet; but if not, it may be back to the Ice Age or the caves from where we first emerged. Then we'll have to view the universe above from a cold, dark place. No more jet skis, nuclear weapons, plastic crap, broken pay phones, drugs, cars, waffle irons, or television. Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea.

We're wanted men, we'll strike again, but first let's have a beer.

I'd like to be a jellyfish, 'cause jellyfish don't pay rent.