“When the last moonshiner buys his radio,And the last, lost, wild-rabbit of a girlIs civilized with a mail-order dress,Something will pass that was AmericanAnd all the movies will not bring it back.”

“When Daniel Boone goes by at nightThe phantom deer ariseAnd all lost, wild AmericaIs burning in their eyes.”

“Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, (Los Angeles) is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.”

“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.”

“It's time to walk to the cider millThrough air like apple wine,And watch the moon rise over the hill,stinging and hard and fine.It's time to bury your seed pods deepAnd let them wait and be warm.It's time to sleep the heavy sleepThat does not wake for the storm.”

“Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.”

“Even before the withdrawal sets in, you'll do anything to get that feeling back, because as long as it lasts, nothing's wrong. It doesn't matter if you forget something, or lose something. Or if you fail someone. Nothing's wrong and everything feels good, and you never want it to end.”