“As you get older the questions come down to two or three. How long have I got and what am I gonna do with the time I've got left?”
“The truth is, of course, that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.”
“We passed upon the stair, We spoke of was and when.Although I wasn't there,He said I was his friend,Which came as some surprise.I spoke into his eyesI thought you died alone, a long long time agoOh no, not me,I never lost control.You're face to faceWith the man who sold the world.I laughed and shook his hand,And made my way back home.I searched for form and land,For years and years I roamed.I gazed a gazely stareAt all the millions here.We must have died alone,A long, long time ago.Who knows? Not me.We never lost control.You're face to faceWith the man who sold the worldWho knows? Not me.We never lost control.You're face to faceWith the man who sold the world- The Man Who Sold the World”
“The moment you know you know you know.”
“I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings...”
“Don't let me hear you say life takes you nowhere, angel.- Golden Years”