“You can take everything from me except the freedom to look up at the sky occasionally.”

“You can't take the sky from me.”

“Don't look up to heaven, for what will you see in the sky, except stars, luminous but cold, wholly insensitive to pity?”

“Everything is possible, everything except dogma, of any kind.... That's what it's about. Freedom. That's the only possession an artist has — freedom to do whatever you can imagine.”

“Some people say great God come from the sky take away everything and make everybody feel high, but if you know what life is worth, you will look for yours on earth.”

“Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby.
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby.”

“I was walking down by the river. I lay down under a tree. I was broke. I felt pretty low. Then I looked up at the sky—all blue except for one little, white, fleecy cloud. The words came to me for the song—quicker than it's taking me to tell it to you. I got up—and I had new hope. That was the turning point in my life.”

“Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves.”

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”

“Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.”