The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be caught again bought and sold and bought again; the dove is never free.

He hated the men floating in sleep in the big stone houses. Because their lives were ordered and their rooms tidy. Because they got up every morning and did their public work. Because they weren't going to dynamite their factories and have naked parties in the fire.

A song, you know, you've got a tempo. You know,you've got something that is moving swiftly. You can't stop it, you know? Andit's designed to move swiftly from, you know, mouth to mouth, heart to heart,where a poem really speaks to something that has no time and that is - it's acompletely different perception.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love

Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.

To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older.

And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion