Maybe we, the cultural workers , could apply ourselves. We're not going to resolve it in this moment or even in this generation, but perhaps as some kind of agenda we could invite our writers and cultural workers to address the problem a little more responsibly, because people are suffering tremendously from a want of data.

Now, I don't want to give you the impression that I'm a great musicologist, but I'm a lot better than what I was described as for a long, long time; you know, people said I only knew three chords when I knew five.

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

Ring the bells that still can ring.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That's about all you can do.