The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest

Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.

I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.

His whole body shakes with the strain as he tries to lift something he knows he can't lift, something everybody knows he can't lift. But, for just a second, when we hear the cement grind at our feet, we think, by golly, he might do it.

Always stay in your own movie.

I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.