I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

I prefer Christmas, which is everybody's holiday. It's just my nature. I don't like to be zeroed in on en masse.

Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living.

I was anti-intellectual to the nth. Basically I liked to dance and paint, and that was about it.

I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.