Nothing is real.
We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practiced in broad daylight.
Music's all right John, but you'll never make a living out of it.
Everybody seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind, I think they're crazy. Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find there's no need.
One more stage, one more limo, one more run for your life.
How poetry comes to the poet is a mystery.