The only thing I have to give to make you smile, to win you with, are all the mornings still to live.

They'll crucify you for staying the same, and they'll crucify you for change. I'd rather be crucified for changing.

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.

All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar.

Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses

The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what's behind the curtain the jury cries.