“Playing the guitar is all very well, John, but you'll never make a living at it.”

“I am D U N: done!”

“Walking stick in my right hand,Gazing silently at the land.Cedar strewn path in front of me lies,Cheerful birdsongs fill the skies.Light breezes blow my cape awry,As I walk along, I know not why!The path of life, so tried and true,Is sometimes bright and sometimes blue.Walking the path in this forest fair,Breathing deep, the fragrant air.Life's path shows us the way,Stay on it, do not sway.Unless, of course, in front of you lies,A fork in the path for you to try.A decision, now, for you to make,A fork to choose, a lot's at stake.You spy ahead as far as able,Down each of three forks on life's table,One of the forks seems to be broken.Decide against it, it may be a token,Of brighter times on the horizon of life.The other forks may hold more strife.No one knows the future ahead,We live our lives until we are dead.”

“Americans Never Quit. We never surrender. We never hide from history. We Make History.-John McCain”

“What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.”

“I was the walrus, but now I am John...and so my friends, you'll just have to carry on. The dream is over.”

“They say women can’t play guitar as well as men. I don’t play the guitar with my fucking vagina, so what difference does it make?”