“Done time in the lock-up, done time on the streets. Done time on the upswing, and time in defeat.”

The dialect part of it comes into play, but nothing like the differentiation that language sets up, for example.

Music goes way back before language does. And music is like the key to a whole spiritual existence which this society doesn’t even talk about. We know it’s there.

Each person makes their own decision about what it is that is happening, whether they like it or don’t like it, whether they want to lend their energy to it or not or what, you know.

It turned out to be tremendously lucky. It’s just repellent enough to filter curious onlookers and just quirky enough that parents don’t like it.

Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.

Getting high is a lot more real than listening to a politician. You can think that getting high actually did happen – that you danced, and got sweaty, and carried on. It really did happen.

It’s not enough to be the best at what you do. You must be perceived as the only one who does what you do.

Nothing left to do but smile.

I know what I’m askin’. I know it’s a lot. Just to say that I love you. Believe it or not.

In this universe the top end is light and the bottom end is real hard stuff.

I think it’s too bad that everybody’s decided to turn on drugs, I don’t think drugs are the problem.

Cats on the bandstand, give them each a big hand, anyone who sweats like that must be all right.

Somebody has to do something, and it’s just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.

The context has to come from the human first, rather than bits and pieces of fragments of old religion and all of the old moral superstructure, whatever it used to be.

You ain’t gonna learn what you don’t wanna know.

I’m trying to have a guitar built. What’s needed is better instruments, better amplifiers, better hardware for electric music to get better.

Are you keeping anything else from me? Im keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way i feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.

We are caught inside a mystery, veiled in an enigma, locked inside a riddle

Maggie, we’re through with lies and liars in this house. Lock the door.

I can’t pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

I mean, it saves you from ultimately from the boredom of having one point of view, like being locked in a room with nothing but your own point of view, your own references.

We need, in effect, to make the phantom ‘lock-boxes’ around the trust fund real.

A boy is a magical creature you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart.