Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.

Things you think you're saying for the first time ever, have been said better before by Shakespeare, though they may need saying again.

There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.

The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see.

The frontiers we broke into in the '60s are still largely unexplored.

I've been to too many Dead concerts. There've been smokin' holes where my memory used to be.