“Music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.”

I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we’ll make peace with each other . . . No rush.

It was easier than explaining DiMaggio’s use as a metaphor.

And so you see I have come to doubt -All that I once held as true ~ I stand alone without beliefs -The only truth I know is you

You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

The phrasing didn’t work as well.

Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

Artie is a singer, and I’m a writer and player and a singer. We didn’t work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan, you don’t need to be coy, Roy, just get yourself free. Hop on the bus, Gus, you don’t need to discuss much, just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.

And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.

She said a good day ain’t got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been.

We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.

Life I love you, all is groovy.

I can’t stop traffic on Fifth Avenue, not unless I walk in front of an oncoming cab.

If I advance; follow me. If I retreat; kill me. If I die; avenge me! It is better to live one day as a lion than one-hundred years as a sheep!

Wherein they fancy intersperses Long avenues of universes, While Klein and Clifford fill the void With one finite, unbounded homoloid, And think the Infinite is now at last destroyed.

One cannot walk down an avenue, converse with a friend, enter a building, browse beneath the sandstone arches of an old arcade without meeting an instrument of time.

Kids, Madison Avenue is lying to you. Your parents are lying to you. The president is lying to you.

I take football as an avenue to different opportunities. Football is not using me; I’m using football.

Nothing is more limiting than a closed circle of acquaintanceship where every avenue of conversation has been explored and social exchanges are fixed in a known routine.

Militant feminists are pro-choice because it’s their ultimate avenue of power over men.