I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

I think that really what our training, what our culture, our religious institutions, our educational and cultural institutions should be about is preparing the heart for that journey outside of the cage of the ribs.

We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.

You should go from place to place recovering the poems that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature. Don't discuss these matters with anyone. Retrieve. Retrieve. When the basket is full someone will appear to whom you can present it.