Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles]It's meAnd who is the poet writing this poem?That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles

...And we left the lightfor the night of the street

The City is free of sinThe snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that fallsOh no, the city is in a nightgown

Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stationsWe crossed cities that turn-tabled all dayAnd vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

I want one word on my tombstone - dancer.

The important matter is freedom. When the people choose what they want, it is good for them and for us.

AC/DC has lived the dumbness that the Ramones have only faked all these years.

I was making so much money I didn't care. I didn't know what to do with the money.

In North America, the greatest threat to the Jewish people is not the external force of antisemitism, but the internal forces of apathy, inertia and ignorance of our own heritage.

A manager's task is to make the strengths of people effective and their weakness irrelevant - and that applies fully as much to the manager's boss as it applies to the manager's subordinates.

Writing songs for other people was never the goal for me.

We must develop the capacity to see men not as they are at present but as they may become.

Wisdom means to choose now what will make sense later.