“And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.”

“In truth, I don't want to be there. I don't want to see the light go out of my brother's eyes.”

“Does anybody know how to hold my heartHow to hold my heart?'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go too soonI want to tell you so before the sun goes darkHow to hold my heart'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go of you”

“I have to keep movingI don't want to thinkI'm going to work all day todayI don't want to stopDon't want to let my brain catch up my thoughtsHow will I be able to tell them that I'm a shadowA grey patch of cold rotting life”

“I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!”

“You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?”