“The ocean doesn’t want me today, But I’ll come back tomorrow to play. The riptide is waging And the life guard’s away But the ocean doesn’t want me today.”

You have to keep busy. After all, no dog’s ever pissed on a moving car.

I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.

You’ve gotta have somebody to trust, that knows a lot.

I like vocal word stuff. But I don’t always write with an instrument, I usually write a capella. It’s more like drawing in the air with your fingers. It’s closest to the choreography of a bee. You’re freer.

I always had a great appreciation for jazz, but I’m a very pedestrian musician. I get by. I like to think that my main instrument is vocabulary.

There’s a beauty of show business. It’s the only business you can have a career in when you’re dead.

it ain’t no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones

Well you say that it’s gospel, But I know that it’s only church.

Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier.

All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes

Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping?

You can learn a lot about a woman by getting smashed with her.

The way you do anything is the way you do everything.

But it’s so hard to dance that way when it’s cold and there’s no music.

I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.

I don’t like hearing Beatles songs in commercials. It almost renders them useless. I think, ‘Oh God, another one bites the dust.’

There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots – suspicion.

Thus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.

We are not inviting—we are guarded. Most of our energy is spent trying to hide our true selves, and control our worlds to have some sense of security.

When you’re dealing with an ambivalent relationship, you’re constantly on guard, grappling with questions of trust.

Nothing can hurt you except sin; nothing can grieve me except sin; nothing can defeat you except sin. Therefore, be on your guard, my Mansoul.

Virtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.

No bodyguard can ever protect us from the gossips; because in the case of gossip, we are beaten in our absence!

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.