“Of all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me.”

Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don’t you have a word to say?

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics.

Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.

You reach out your hand, but you’re all alone, in those time passages.

Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.

Country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac.

And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.

I know there’s a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.

Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he’s fresh out of law school.

most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.

She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.

Nothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.

But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.

The misogyny that shapes every aspect of our civilization is the institutionalized form of male fear and hatred of what they have denied and therefore cannot know, cannot share: that wild country, the being of women.

You explain right well, and you shew that you understand argument and are not a mere sophist since you accept that which cannot be denied.

Of course you can get a decent mouthful of food in New York. You can get a decent mouthful of food in Nairobi.

We seek the right to play our part in advancing the cause of national defense and national unity. But certainly, there can be no true national unity where one-tenth of the population is denied their basic rights as American citizens.

But there were years when, in search of what I thought was better, nobler things I denied these, my people, and my family.

This only is denied even to God: the power to undo the past.

Freud rediscovered the underworld of consciousness that European rationalism had denied. But when you have a nation of people in therapy and counselling.