When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad.
My favorite politician was Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater, who reminded me of Tom Mix, and there wasn’t any way to explain that to anybody.
How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they’re forever banned?
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.
Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides.
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall...
Don’t get up gentlemen. I’m only passing through!
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
I didn’t come out of a cereal box.
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down you just stood there a grinin.
The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode.
The Harmonica is the world’s best-selling musical instrument. You’re welcome.
She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall. She’s nobody’s child, the law can’t touch her at all.
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke.
If ever asked to look at yourself, don’t.
You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.
I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now. From the back pages.
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be...