“Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm
Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm
So, tell me how long
Before the last one?
And tell me how long
Before the right one?
The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on
Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on”

“Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole.”

“I don't like a lot of the stuff that goes on in the art world, but it's hard to be old and like what goes on around you. Anyway, the real point is that the things that don't seem to me to be pictorially informed are not so interesting to me.”

“True love, to me, is when she's the first thought that goes through your head when you wake up and the last thought that goes through your head before you go to sleep.”

“I went for a walk last night and she asked me how long I was going to be gone. I said, 'The whole time.”

“At first I thought it was infatuation
But woo, it's lasted so long.
Now I find myself wanting
To marry you and take you home.
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.You, you, you, you send me
I know you send me
I know you send me
Honest you do.”

“Fragments of hope
keeping me up at night,
hunger to hear your voice
tell me I was right,
I'd give everything away
for another try.”

“Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.”

“One Two Three Four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless, long nights
That was what my youth was for Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing
But they want some more.”

“I think I know what you did last night. If you send me a thousand dollars, I won't tell your wife.”