The dust to which this flesh shall return, it is the ancient dreaming dust of God.

Ain't that America, home of the free? Little pink houses for you and me.

There is nothing more sad or glorious than generations changing hands.

You know, it's cigarettes that killed Jerry Garcia. Everyone thinks it's heroin, but it wasn't. It was cigarettes.

For me or a Bruce Springsteen to sit up in our ivory towers and make comments about racism, well, were not really in it, are we?

I think it's ridiculous to try to sell records to teenagers, because teenagers don't buy my records. And there ain't that many teenagers out there in the marketplace.

It's a lonely ol' night. Can I put my arms around you?