Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.

It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.

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

The final story, the final chapter of Western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.

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?

Only as strong as our love for this land, only as tall as we stand.