“Are you still making that man sing? It must be love, dude”

“Dude, there should be a law against people singing that bad.”

“You could sing us the phone book and we would still love you.”

“This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse . . . To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.”

“Wild as you are, all that love you must love you still.”

“Love must be complete! Every man must know how to make love to his woman and prove to her that she is bound to love him.”