There's always a nice tune [on radio] - helps you get the dishes done . I like to get the news from time to time - not too often. I don't feel deprived.

I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

I’ve seen the nations rise and fall. I’ve heard their stories, heard them all, but love’s the only engine of survival.

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through

Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.

Except for a couple of hours in the morning which I passed in the company of a sage I stayed in bed without food only a few mouthfuls of water “you are a fine looking old man” I said to myself in the mirror “and what is more you have the correct attitude You don’t care if it ends or if it goes on And as for the women and the music there will be plenty of that in Paradise” Then I went to the Mosque of Memory to express my gratitude