Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

I'm going to Graceland, for reasons I cannot explain. There's some part of me wants to see Graceland. And I may be advised to defend every love, every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now. Maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

I don't like fashion. It's very heartless.

I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

Life I love you, all is groovy.

If you'll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.