We're crazy about this city. Los Angeles? That's just a big parking lot where you buy a hamburger for the trip to San Francisco.

Nobody controls me. I'm uncontrollable. The only one who can control me is me, and even that's barely possible.

I'm not going to sacrifice love, real love, for any *%@$n' war or any friend, or any business, because in the end you're alone at night.

I don't miss it. I'm glad it happened, but I don't miss it.

I'll give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind

I once was the walrus, now I'm John.

I don't want to be king, I want to be real.