“A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.”

You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio.

Music is your only friend until the end…

Obviously that can only work at moments. It can’t be a lasting thing.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

I wouldn’t mind dying in a plane crash. It’d be a good way to go. I don’t want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD…

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is..

The program for this evening is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they’re emotionally dead.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.

What I don’t do – and this is the only thing I do differently in writing for kids – is that I don’t revel in the gory details.

The truth is the light and the light is the truth.