During Three Decades, Along All The Highways

When You Lose A Lover It's Like Getting A Bad Haircut. It Grows Back In Time.

You Have To Be Able To Look Back At Your Life And Say, "yeah, That Was Fun."

Most Orgies That You Go To, I Have Found, Most Of It Is Sad. All That Wildness, All Those Laughs Were Like The Shining Silver And Gold Paper On Packages, But There Was Nothing Inside.

I Have To Be A Star Like Another Man Has To Breathe.

You Always Have Two Choices: Your Commitment Versus Your Fear.