“I didn’t graduate high school, so I never got a teacher’s education, I’m mostly self-read, self-taught.”

You’ve got your passion. You’ve got your pride. But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true.

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There’s an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, ‘Son, can you play me a memory?

Like family, we are tied to each other. This is what all good musicians understand.

She’s got a smile that heals me.

I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.

And the only people I fear are those who never have doubts… Save us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they’re for.

I may be an antique like the Stones, but antiques are valuable.

I haven’t met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I’m discontented about that. I’m angry with myself. I have regrets.

What will it take for you to believe in me, the way that I believe in you?

What if she figures out you’re not very smart?

There ain’t much future for a man who works the sea, there ain’t no island left for islanders like me.

Well we’re waiting here in Allentown For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave If we worked hard If we behaved So the graduations hang on the wall But they never really helped us at all No they never taught us what was real.

There will be miracles After the last war is won Science and poetry rule in the new world to come Prophets and angels Gave us the power to see What an amazing future there will be

If I need a cause for celebration, Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind, I rely on my imagination, And I dream of an imaginary time.

My friends and I are crazy. That’s the only thing that keeps us sane!

I don’t want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard, I just want someone I can talk to, I want you just the way you are.

My parents didn’t make a lot of money. My dad was not a high school graduate.

Understood what the struggle was about. My mother. Couldn’t read or write, but she had more sense than many a graduate from Harvard.

My dad didn’t graduate from high school, ended up being a printing salesman, probably never made more than $8,000 a year.

My dad never graduated high school. He was a printing salesman.

Very early on in this process though I studied acting in high school and college, soon after graduation,

The jobs for 7 million university graduates every year, the immense corruption: Even some Western governments would have to scramble to find solutions to such problems.

Nothing in a graduate degree in art history prepares you for the eloquence of the eraser.

I think America is really in denial about the degree to which residents, particularly foreign medical graduates, man the county hospitals of this country, and but for their services, I’m not sure how exactly we could manage.