“Don't let your dreams rust! Listen to your youthful bells ringing loud inside of you.”

“Isn't this your life? That ancient kissstill burning out your eyes? Isn't this defeatso accurate, the church bell simply seemsa pure announcement: ring and no one comes?Don't empty houses ring? Are magnesiumand scorn sufficient to support a town,not just Philipsburg, but townsof towering blondes, good jazz and boozethe world will never let you haveuntil the town you came from dies inside?”

“A thing resounds when it rings true,Ringing all the bells inside of you,Like a golden sky on a summer eveYour heart is tugging at your sleeve,And you cannot say why...There must be more”

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.”

“Don't let your dreams be dreams”

“Just because a guy rings your bell, doesn't mean you have to toot his horn.”