“So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.”

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

The only truth is music.

It’s okay, girl, we’ll make it till the sun goes down forever. And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We’re fallen angels who didn’t believe that nothing means nothing.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all?

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

All I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.

Rock stars come and go. Musicians play until they die.

The dead have need of fairy tales too.

Death is just where your suit falls off and now you’re in your other suit. You can’t see it on this level, but it’s all right. Don’t worry.

She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.

Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?

I’m not afraid of death. That is the greatest mystery of all. That’ll be it, that one. But it is all a race against time.

And as long as people have problems, the blues can never die.