I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

An Artist Has Got To Be Careful Never Really To Arrive At A Place Where He Thinks He's At Somewhere. You Always Have To Realize That You're Constantly In A State Of Becoming. And, As Long As You Can Stay In That Realm You'll Sort Of Be Alright.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.