The joy of life is made up of obscure and seemingly mundane victories that gives us our own small satisfactions. |
There are certain artists who have taken it upon themselves to save the world, and I find that gets tiresome. I think the artist's first obligation is to the art, not to the issues . . . I think if I have something to say the best way to do that is just to tell a damn good story. |
There was a time in my life when I was drinking too much, and so I have stopped. It's an interesting concept. 'Just don't drink.' Hmm! I never thought of that! |
There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin. |
There's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex. |
There's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex. |
They all want your white body, and they await your reply. But, between you and me, and this Staten Island ferry... so do I... |
They say that these are not the best of times But they're the only times I've ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own. |
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait. Some say it's better, but I say it ain't. I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. Sinners are much more fun... |
They showed you a statue and told you to pray They built you a temple and locked you away But they never told you the price that you pay For things that you might have done. |
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone. |
Videos destroyed the vitality of rock and roll. Before that, music said, "Listen to me." Now it says, "Look at me." |
Water has an endless horizon; there is no limitation when you look out into the water. There's nothing to interfere with the mind's eye projecting itself as far as it can possibly imagine. I suppose it's the same way people in the Midwest feel about watching amber waves of grain or endless rows of cornfields. There is something exhilarating about it. |
We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. We're all carried along by the River of Dreams. |
We all have a face that we hide away forever, And we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone. Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather. They're the faces of the stranger and we love to try them on. |