No One Is Fanatically Shouting That The

I Go On Living, More From Force Of Habit Than Anything Else.

They Just Hate It When People Make Love. And Then They'll Go To A Fistfight Where Somebody's Really Hurt And All Covered With Bloodand They'll Just Love That. Or A War And Stuff Like That. They're All Mixed Up And They're Trying To Take It Out On You So You Get Mixed Up Too.

I Really Don't Mind Dying Because I Figure I Haven't Wasted This Life.

In The High Country Of The Mind One Has To Become Adjusted To The Thinner Air Of Uncertainty.

The Past Exists Only In Our Memories, The Future Only In Our Plans. The Present Is Our Only Reality.