Leaving America is like losing twenty pounds and finding a new girlfriend.

I wonder who I left behind on the other side of fame.

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.

Comfort his family with a telegram, we regret to inform you we lost a man, but we gave him the highest medal of the land.

America is two Mack trucks colliding on a superhighway because all the drivers are on amphetamines.

Is there anybody here who thinks that following the orders takes away the blame Is there anybody here who wouldn't mind a murder by another name?

The fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.