Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted.

Santa Claus wears a Red Suit, he must be a communist. And a beard and long hair, must be a pacifist. What's in that pipe that he's smoking?

Songs are like fish. You just gotta have your line in the water. And it's a bad idea to fish downstream from Bob Dylan.

Everyone has troubles. Finding yourself in the same boat with everyone else is the first sign of spirituality.

You can't have a light without a dark to stick it in.

If you want to end war and stuff, you gotta sing loud.

I don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorsickle

We would turn everything into songs in those days...A lot of people think "Alice's Restaurant" was an anti-war song. It's not.

I don't want a pickle, I just want ride on my motorcikle. I don't want to die, I just want a ride on my motorcy........cle.

Basically, I think you need two things to get by in this world: a sense of humor and the ability to laugh when your ego is destroyed.

I'd rather have friends who care than friends who agree with me.

When men reject reason, they have no means left for dealing with one another — except brute, physical force.

Let's chew on the chewables!

Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she'd come in and sink my boats.

Thinking about death... produces love for life. When we are familiar with death, we accept each week, each day, as a gift. Only if we are able thus to accept life bit by bit does it become precious.

You can't escape the past in Paris, and yet what's so wonderful about it is that the past and present intermingle so intangibly that it doesn't seem to burden.

Avoid giving invitations to bores - they will come without.

My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.

It was a sphincter at the top of a black bowl. A fitting commentary on the FAYZ, Diana thought. A giant sphincter.

Please don't make me sound like a crazy hermit, but I don't like crowds or noise.

Irish fiction is full of secrets, guilty pasts, divided identities. It is no wonder that there is such a rich tradition of Gothic writing in a nation so haunted by history.