“We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.”

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.

Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won’t fall.

And all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me.

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.

On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time.

Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go.

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

I am sure it will grow back.’ The doctor said, ‘You’re too young to know.’ …But in a year’s time that fluid came back, and that eye is just as good as the other one today.

These were the days when I powerfully believed Breyers and Entenmann’s to be pioneers in the field of antidepressants.

The free man is not he who defies the rules … but he who, recognizing the compulsions inherent in his being, seeks rather to read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest each day’s experience.

I really learned it all from mothers.

I never knew that I could love someone the way that I love you.

Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

It is sort of weird being honored for the worst day of your life.

We have warm open days and sunshine in Carolina. Much is denied us. But we have, we have. And an attitude is more powerful than any circumstance.