First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You .... Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up.

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.

Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.

The time for reasoning is past; now's the time to get steamed up and fight like mad.

A wise son maketh a glad father.

My dad was a big Frank Zappa fan, so I remember listening to a lot of Frank Zappa. Girls do not like Frank Zappa.

Every one minute you spend in planning will save you at least three minutes in execution.

This can come as a shock to those Christians who are so used to hearing that Jesus is the solution to sin that they assume that the remedy started with the death of Jesus.

In England, it's thought to be morally suspect to worry about what your surroundings look like.

A person can do anything if they only will it strongly enough.

I try to go to the gym three to four times a week and mix it up with yoga or a personal trainer.

Hillary's [Clinton] okay if they [FBI] can't prove any criminality or if nobody wants to charge her with it, then whatever she did is fine.

Almost everything The Beatles did was great, and it's hard to improve on. They were our Bach. The way to get around it may be to keep it as simple as possible.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.