She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.
The only way to Cuba is with the CIA.
A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
In such ugly times, the only true protest is beauty.
You can do right or you can do what you are told. And the prize of the victory will belong to the bold.