Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.

The freedom to swing your fist ends at my nose.

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.

Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.

Better watch out said a second voice from somewhere under the Beetle. Don't park those two kraut cars too close together; it's springtime, and they might decide to mate. then Charlie'll be stuck with a garage full of little orange safety cones

Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace.